Oh, haste no more to check thy coin,
For times be bleak, reflections dire,
In 401(k) gaze not thine eye,
As winter wolves bemoan the pyre.
When sun did rise o’er Uganda fair,
In havens of the hallowed hall,
Islay's allies slayed the young,
As chaos reigned in mortal fall.
And in the western realm 'cross seas,
The state-by-state, a guide does loom,
Where life begins, or cease to be,
Abortion's legal dance of doom.
