As for catholicity
Had been too much
For them
Rather than the life
Of a woman
In the pangs
Of miscarriage
Fightingwith life and death!
Savita
Andyou died
Not for yourself,
But for the whole of Ireland,
The suffering womankind
Reeling under draconian laws
Made by males
To singe the female,
Cut the wings of them
Bearing the pangs
Of bearing!
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