It’s a holy war
with nothing sacred
but a crucifixion of females
by those who claim that
they love freedom
and a flag.
They can smell the blood,
but not their own stink.
Thank you for reminding us
that life is sacred
while you embrace your gun
and weep fake tears.
A fifteen year-old
with an already ruined life
can’t fight back,
can’t make you care about
the child, the one
you won’t adopt,
or feed, or raise,
or love.
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