Peter Singer

Oh, Song of Roland
You decried a slippery path...
How it was proven wrong...

Yet, this Esthetician proves
Oh, how he proves,
That all I said was strong.

No longer art thou embryo
An embryo, a clump of human cells.
It is now a child, as far as Peter Singer can tell.

So now by strange, and obscene ethics
A child born after thirty days,
Can be himself---like a depressed man in Canada---
Etherized on a table, and have life stolen far away.