Never We Ought

it is addressed thusly:
Firstlight the 22nd, Commemoration of the Slain Unborn.

it reads:
This Day we must remember
For it shall not be ere forgot
How many return to sender
How many are thusly caught?

The millions cried to prosper
The gods gave them a deal
Just a child to offer
To return the common-weal.

How many feared did this deed
How many were thusly caught
In dealing for poor man's seed
A better race without their lot.

But old Moloch has a hunger
An unkindness kind of a lust
Each mother he fain to find her
Eat all our cities to dust.

What kind of deal of the devil
Could this way ever be not
Forty-six millions lay in the level
Forty-six millions were thusly caught.

a postscript is here written:
a pass-word:

March for life 2010

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