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Abortion, Abortion doctors, Abortion on demand, Australian poet, poem, poetry, sonnet, Spenserian sonnet
Doctor Death’s World Tour
I hear each story – sometimes shed a tear;
But wield my weapons for the woman’s sake.
I make the little devils disappear.
They can’t fight back, so it’s a piece of cake.
It’s sad I know, but with the cash I make,
It’s on a worldwide cruise I soon will go.
Old Europe, and the Med, Geneva’s lake,
And India, the tropics where winds blow
So warm, and too, the land of ice and snow –
Siberia – the steppes so vast and wide.
I’ll see the deserts, and the great Nile flow
In Egypt – on a camel I will ride
To see the sphinx – I’ll climb the pyramids.
I need a break from daily killing kids.
dnobrienpoetry 
Can I come with you?!!
Oh, wow. So powerful. Thank you, Dennis. I have to share this one on my FB page.
Thanks Sandra.
It’s such a horrible thing, so sad. Good poem. I’m sharing, too.
Okay bard – glad you liked it.
When you say “doctor death” I don’t take that as a medical profession. There are many more “doctors” who dish out death – starting from politicians, bankers and priests (or imams).
Of course, in reality, Dennis, abortionists don’t “hear each story” or consult with patients. They’re scheduled to do as many abortions as possible in the available time. They leave the normal functions of physician-patient interaction to ancillary personnel — if they worry about it at all. I call this practice “the conveyor belt of death.”
An anti-reproduction line?