Every death is inconvenient,
And never quite on schedule,
Yet only one has been made legal,
To erase behavior too lenient.
It’s such a shame to think about
The lives dissolved in pain,
Inconvenient lives untried,
Murdered and cast out.
Who knows exactly where the road ends,
That led us to this point,
To prefer an act of pleasure,
At the cost of the life God sends.
Who will say our life’s worth more,
Than the one not yet begun,
With money so short and common sense gone,
Is the next inconvenient life mine or yours?