War on My Kids
My daughters, my daughters
What have we wrought?
We raised you to be something,
That's what you were taught!
Studied and worked and studied some more
Only to find the ship leaving the shore
Told you could make it if only you tried
Well geuss what, my daughters?
The old ones have lied
We lied and we did it
With smiles on our face
Smug in the knowledge that WE had our place!
Oh how we bragged about all you can be
Disguising the real attribute:
M O N EEE
Money and status and plenty of credit
That's how we did it, and goodness--they let it!
Now when the bills are all ready to pay
You are the ones that must carry the day
Carry the day for those who made the bet
Took all our savings, took what they could get!
Living like princes and duchess and Queens
Leaving the spill to those lower of means
Oh my dear daughters
If only I saw
The loves of my life would be clenched in a claw
Tighter and tighter that steel iron grip
Squeezes your future and bruises your lip
Forced to your knees as you watch them abuse
Realize too late that your rights are a ruse
A ruse to persuade you to just go along
Go take that ole job which they get for a song
And then do remember
If stuck in a rut
To all these old codgers
You're still just a slut
“a time in which women lost the love of their children” and “decided to become selfish, narcissistic, family-destroying whores.”
"A pregnant 16-year-old in the Dominican Republic died from complications of leukemia, according to CNN. The young woman was forced to wait nearly three weeks to begin chemotherapy to treat her disease as hospital officials initially refused to treat her fearing it could terminate her pregnancy. In the end she lost her life and the pregnancy, and may have died because of the delay in her treatment.
Under an amendment to the Dominican Republic's constitution which declares that "life begins at conception," abortion is banned, effectively for any reason. The girl's leukemia was diagnosed when she was just nine weeks pregnant."
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