ABORTION --- I'm sitting in the belly looking down on my 
knees oh! what's that down on me I think I get a visit 
but it's a syringe that opens and closes still it is 
between my legs but something could be found ah! the pain 
is horrible my left arm's on the ground 'cause they cut 
out my arm with a smile in the face though I want to be a 
pianist
I think I ought to win this race I can't move my body in 
this bloody room my hands are knocking on the walls but 
the silence can't call a member of human rights I'm 
absorbed in thoughts and my small brain realizes the 
scythe that redeems me from my legs the next will be my 
head I'll never eat a crunchy bread my ears cry in red 
tears I'll never hear the words love, war, fear, hate and 
pain but that is not the end my sister near my rests is 
looking down her knees and thinks she gets a visit