Jesse Jackson: do not hide, please say “no” to genocide

abortion is genocide

Jesse Jackson, please change your mind.
Pray to God to save your kind:
save babies, black babies,
beautiful black babies.

Black babies are killed
at five times the rate of white babies.
We don’t have enough blacks
to replace those who die.
It’s outright genocide.

Jesse Jackson, please change your mind.
Pray to God to save your kind.

Margaret Sanger saw birth control
and abortion as the final solution
to rid the earth of those she did not like.
She preached to wives of the Ku Klux Klan
and wanted to cut short the black life span.

Jesse Jackson, please change your mind.
Pray to God to save your kind.

A eugenicist, it’s understood,
started Planned Parenthood
and said blacks were “human weeds” who shouldn’t live long.
But no one is a weed–Sanger was wrong.

Jesse Jackson, please change your mind.
Pray to God to save your kind:
save babies, black babies,
beautiful black babies.

You were once pro-life
and you had five children with your wife.
Don’t you now see hell on earth?
We are rejecting our own birth.
We value life less and less.
You must be feeling the distress.

Jesse Jackson,
I beg of you,
please change your mind.
Pray to God to save your kind:
save babies, black babies,
beautiful black babies.

 

Marianne  Bovée
(Photo: RadianceFoundation.org)

 

As a Catholic, I want Kasich

Charlie Neibergal AP Anti-Abortion Sign Melissa Brandes Shutterstock

Babies are dying
and I’m not lying;
they’re killed before they are born.

Pro-choicers bring you money,
jobs, and justice plenty–
which leaves pro-lifers torn.

But I won’t vote pro-choice
though they give me a Rolls Royce:
I won’t ignore the unborn.

Trump really wants to win,
puts logic in a tailspin,
and leaves my patience worn.

If you want Trump to lose,
in some districts vote for Cruz,

so that Kasich gets the votes at the contested Convention:
he’s most likely to beat Clinton in the general election.

 

David and Marianne  Bovée
(Photo Charlie Neibergall/AP; Anti-Abortion Sign: Melissa Brandes/Shutterstock)

March Madness, Trump Madness

basketball NCAA final four edition photo by M. Bovee

Villanova is beating Oklahoma.

The Sooners have got to win, win, win,
but it’s 76 to 31
and tears are setting in.

If we had to choose,
we would never lose:

we hate losers,
but we love the Sooners.

The Sooners have got to win,
they’ve got to win.

It’s been so long since they’ve won,
I don’t even know
if it’s ever been done.

In the end it was 95 to 51,
and the Sooners were
quite stunned.

Villanova’s magnificent feat
lifted you from your seat

Some fans were very glad
and others were very sad

And arena owners raked it
in, in, in
They’re the ones that really
win, win, win

They don’t want us to think, think, think,
just to keep us on the brink, brink, brink
while they take it to the bank, bank, bank

America doesn’t win anymore.
We’ve fallen to the floor.
We’re fouled out of trade deals:
losers know how it feels.

We’ve got to win,
we’ve got to win again,
we’re under hypnosis
in a kind of psychosis

We’ve got to win, we’ve got to win again
We’ve got to beat Mexico and China and Japan
even if we go nuclear again

We’ve got to have borders
where others take our orders,
to make a wall  that’s very tall
to make others feel very small

We’ve got to make more money,
we’re so poor it isn’t funny

a billionaire will show us what to do
he’ll make deals too hard for me or you.

we want to win
to make the ball go in
we want to win
to make the ball go in

ours is not to reason why
ours is but to win or cry

we can’t think we can’t think

we’re on the brink we’re on the brink

 

Marianne  Bovée
(photo by M. Bovée)