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Supreme Court sits in Washington Every one a mother's son. Women's fate is lost and won Behind that heavy door. The justices preside in noble ease, None of them ever suffers pregnancies, So they hand out decisions such as these: Back alley abortions for the poor. Yes, back alley surgery kitchen knife solutions, Wire hanger abortions for the poor. Well-to-do people can manage well, Anything they need they can buy and sell, But the teenage drifter can walk in hell Or roll on the back room floor. And the battered children who bruise and bleed, And the mother with too many kids to feed, Pro-life offers them in their need Back alley abortions for the poor. Yes, back alley surgery kitchen knife solutions, Wire hanger abortions for the poor.