12/30/20

You dance in the street, feet pounding to a beat, 

your laughing faces a blur of fluorescent green streaks. 

It makes me want to cry, the ghoulish smiles on the screen. 

You claim an unrestricted life, no rules and no strife,

while courts call moral the slaughter of children.

 

My country once did the same. There were cheers then too. 

Now the corpses of millions, no graves to remember.

Our flag as red as the blood on our hands.

You see, this 'freedom' is oppression, but the victims are silent.

How many lies did you swallow as a nation, 

until the most brutal of crimes warranted a celebration?

 

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  AUTHOR'S NOTE

  This poem was written after Argentina legalized abortion for any reason up to 14 weeks. Canada currently has no abortion laws, meaning abortion is legal for any reason up to the moment of birth.