Pro-Life

The doctor sat her down,
And in a serious tone of voice,
Said "Sherry you are pregnant,
It is time to make a choice".

How could she have a child,
If she wasn't even a wife?
Was it the baby or her,
That had the more important life?

Through her drunken eyes,
She sees a normal man in a raper.
Now she's staring down a pen,
On the line of abortion papers.

His life is on the line,
Symbolized by a John Hancock.
You'd just as well give birth,
Then shoot him with a glock.

Could he have been athletic and smart,
A Derrick, Matthew, or Brad?
Such answers are sealed as she signs,
Signs away a child she never had.