WARNING: This is a heavily anti-abortion poem. If you are pro-abortion, you most likely wouldn't care for reading this poem.
The Fact Still Stands
You blamed it on the party; you blame it on those guys.
The fact still stands you made me, that still underlies.
You found out I was coming, this you couldn't bear
You were so young; you couldn't have me there.
What would they say, what would they think?
Are you regretting that extra drink?
You did what you did, of me you were rid.
It's all behind you now, life moves on.
Your days keep going, I never saw dawn.
Who could I have been, what could I have done?
Be a fireman? A cowboy? Hit a home run?
Its over now, that I agree.
But still, you murdered me. . .
The Fact Still Stands
You blamed it on the party; you blame it on those guys.
The fact still stands you made me, that still underlies.
You found out I was coming, this you couldn't bear
You were so young; you couldn't have me there.
What would they say, what would they think?
Are you regretting that extra drink?
You did what you did, of me you were rid.
It's all behind you now, life moves on.
Your days keep going, I never saw dawn.
Who could I have been, what could I have done?
Be a fireman? A cowboy? Hit a home run?
Its over now, that I agree.
But still, you murdered me. . .