Nigh 300 years since your modest proposal
To generate wealth by childrens’ disposal
That a heartless Elite might yet eat hearty
Whether dining alone or trussing a party
Be they stewed or roasted, baked or broiled
Or cured in salt that they be not spoiled
Upon storing for use at special occasion
With candles and silver and libation
Yearling babes without prospect or food
Might again be served for national good.
Right to Lifers will surely object
The very ones who strangely forget
That carrying to term is briefest taste
Of costs that mount with steady haste
Til workers crippled by woe and want
Cramp the style of Landlords who flaunt
Their lordship o’er the ones who produce
Or would if employment they could induce
From Robber Barons whose greatest pleasure
Is wealth beyond imagination and measure.
I pray Better Than Thou’s and Holy Rollers
To cease the squander of elections and dollars
Betaking themselves to a choice of war fronts
To stand between pregnant women and grunts
Shall be grander service to mankind and life
Than repetitive, circular, winless strife
The peace they’d sow they could not savor
With American babies seasoned for flavor
Compel our withdrawal from the Middle East
And upon our Yearlings we’ll need not feast.
I think you are too good to be writing genius! Deployment, perhaps we can see more here thanks.