Anti-Life Poem by David Welch

You see the people on welfare,
and wonder what's keeping them there,
the hand-outs breed dependency,
why work if you get it for free?
But those hand-outs don't get you far,
don't buy a house, or a new car,
don't teach you how you can be more,
escape from poverty deployed,
just keeps you there, in misery,
your whole life doomed to penury,
no chance to rise, to strive, to win,
just a pittance and future grim,
they won't tell you work hard, don't quit,
in fact they lie, scream, "That's' racist! "
Their power comes from you in strife,
these people sure are anti-life.

You see the kids from broken homes,
how many on the streets do roam,
seeking guidance they never knew,
not learning things we all have to.
Their life at risk from many things,
mental ills, crime, imprisoning,
and their poor mothers, stressed and lost,
not father there to bear the cost,
and you they'll say, "The mothers brave, '
We have to embrace different ways! "
They'll make shows that encourage it,
with no care that it makes life sh-t,
that these children will start behind,
live their days with a tortured mind,
they'll wave that all away as trite,
these bastards sure are anti-life.

You see them calling for our guns,
to see our very rights undone,
claim that it's done for ‘our own good, '
a simple truth not understand,
That evil always finds a way,
if we're unarmed, then it holds sway,
be it armed thugs, or government,
they'll bleed you until you are spent.
No ideal of philosophy
stops the wolves when they want to feed,
and feed the will, until they sate
their endless reservoir of hate…
These types are kept at bay by fear,
and always will their like be near,
so those who would take our defense
are really seeking out our end,
in gulags, or in streets run rife,
these as-holes sure are anti-life.

You see them saying the unborn
are parasites, not to be mourned,
it's not their body anyway,
despite the unique DNA.
Like sacrificing them to Baal,
nothing now seems beyond the pale,
the lives we should vale the most
are ‘inconvenient.' So they're toast.
In numbers Chairman Mao can't match,
even Satan says, "Pull it back, "
our future killed and they're annoyed
when we say, "Murder's not your choice."
Our birth rate dropping, can't replace
the population of this space,
all so women can think that sex
doesn't have cost, won't leave them vexed,
and rather than face what they've done
while seeking out a ‘little fun, '
they'll kill a child, their own flesh…
the excuse? "I'm not ready yet."
A death sentence, sharp as a knife,
these monsters sure are anti-life.

You see the young folk, quiet confused,
to sane people that's nothing new,
something we grow out of with age,
now teacher's cry, "You have to change!
Don't let them say you're ‘born' a man,
deep down you always have been trans! "
Targeting minds too young to know
that some things mankind cannot mold,
that these limits are hard and fast,
if you don't learn them, you won't last.
They push these kids to surgery,
sterilized for eternity,
before their old enough to vote,
today's trend kills a lifetime's hope.
They cheerlead paths to suicide,
children forever lost to time,
won't know a family, husband, wife,
these butchers sure are anti-life.

You see them online, cancelling,
their bloodlust for it unending,
every post, video and show
must match exactly what they know,
with no doubt that they are the truth,
so why deign to debate with you?
Oh no, you see, you'll be destroyed
if anything you say annoys,
they'll mob you everywhere online,
get you thrown off, and then you'll find
that's not enough to slake their hate,
they'll get you fired, take you pay,
then proclaim it's a moral act
to lead these Naziesque attacks,
until no one can speak freely,
the mob's de facto tyranny,
people too scared to take a breath,
society in a slow death,
their every belief leads to night,
these leftists sure are anti-life.