Hey miscarriage,
I was hoping you'd catch my white knuckled wave.
But the umbilical bars of your seraphant cell,
they're all,

"Hey now what's that sound?"
Machine guns fire in a shantytown.
"The American mask of a terrorist clown?"
The stealth jet bombers and mushroom clouds coming down.

Congregation; behold our daughter,
the perversion of the age.
With these forceps, I waved hello,
and tried to pluck you from the womb.

Hang your head in shame;
ye dare accuse our mother.
A curse upon your name and all your future sons.
The hour is at hand, and she will be the herald
for the reign of womankind.