What gods and God remember

Private jets and other flying things
all soaring past on tax-paid wings
while citizens do their vacationing,
forgetting slaughtered babes.

“Why be so sour and ruin recess?”
say the high priests and the priestesses,
“found common ground’ll change this mess:
Forget the grieving moms.”

For these are times for stimuli!
And health care bought by you and I
while economies must rectify…
so forget those emptied wombs.

When autumn comes and we awake
seeing FOCA wasn’t the thing at stake--
but passed, this law calls all: "Partake
in the New Forgetting!"

At least we’ll have expenses paid
for medicines that cause to fade
the memories of how we delayed--
then forget what we forgot.

But they will not now, nor soon forget
(though unending will be the great regret)
poor babes, and moms, and wombs we’ve let
only high priests to remember.

For when gods win come this September
and procedures are paid for in November
that go into women and there dismember
babes in the womb forgot,

remember then, your mercy Lord!
Forget our sins, and our discord.
Your children live beneath a sword,
though pagan gods forget

that Your Sword and other eternal things
bring justice down, while angels’ wings
fly back to You where sad songs sing
of forgotten slaughtered babes.