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Never allowed to grow, to feel the radiance,

Of love by a mother's guidance.

A burden upon this family,

That society said she must carry.



Never touched, by hand or grace,

Now grown, his victims neither have a face,

For each represents what he can't possess,

A smile, he too is lifeless.



Other details would make the stomach cringe,

But none so much as our need for revenge.

So let's strap him to the chair,

A 5x7 cell just isn't fair.



Let's not think this could have been prevented,

Our guilt by the masses acquitted.

We cry life against a woman's choice of abortion,

Oh, more humane the process of lethal injection.