“Women’s rights!”, thought the man,
As he put on his latex.
“Women’s rights!”, he grinned,
As the woman lay down for him.
“Women’s rights!”, he smiled,
As he made her spread her legs.
“Women’s rights!”, he sneered,
As he entered deep inside her.
“Women’s rights!”, he chuckled,
As he entered deep inside her with his instruments of butchery.
“Women’s rights!”, he gloated,
As he dismembered the woman’s child,
Slicing and chopping and ripping and tearing
Until the baby was dead, dead, dead.
“Women’s rights!”, the abortion surgeon laughed,
As he pocketed his paycheck—paid in blood.
