It’s almost ripped from torsion.

There’s rape and incest on the right.

It might need an abortion.

But on the scene the zygote team

amasses for protection,

their only goal to save your soul

and give you a C-section.

Your fetus is a precious thing,

a gift from the creator.

They’ll drag you to term if you come

from north of the equator.

If you’re not American,

things take a different light.

Those right wingers, Jesus singers,

like their zygotes white.

Visions of babyhood dance in their heads,

futures in commerce and churches.

They see the forest through the trees.

But all of them have to be birches.