Confronting the Conscience of a Nation

I don’t want to look—

Just go away!

Don’t show me the truth,

Don’t put on display

Those gruesome sights

That don’t make my day.

Don’t show me those parts

All bloody and torn,

What’s left of the babe

Who cannot be born.

You can’t blame me—

I’ve done no harm.

What?  You make the laws,

You Congress and Senate,

And you, Supreme Court,

Have your fingers in it!

Yes, you’re to blame,

To this very minute.

I don’t want to look.

It’s money, you see;

Big business and profit!

I care about ME.

Don’t ask me to vote

Or to referee.

If I don’t look,

Then I won’t see.

Copyright © Elaine Beachy 2015