Supply & Demand

 

When people die, they were so wonderful in life,
A tragic loss.
Said babies aborted are a crime to a god --
Who never shows.

The people left behind, the mother didn't die,
Meaningless, just
Sacks of meat
No less.

The words from living tongue have no worth,
And a child's heart isn't beating after birth,
Not a cell that multiples means a goddamn thing to them,
Because it isn't very good for their supply and demand.