Fetus-Worship [or, Reasons why religion is fucked up, Part Deux]

...is the title of this poem by Lincoln Brigade vet Al Amery. He wrote it in the early 90s but somehow or other (gee...) it's still relevant:

So life in the womb is sacred;
but not when it leaves the womb, it seems--
because out of the womb
we starve it, cheat it, beat it,
torture it, murder it, enslave it,
drive it to fight in wars,
to kill or be killed in turn,
and nobody who is anybody cares.
In fact, without fame or fortune,
life out of the womb is cheap--
often insignificant.
So why is life in the womb so sacred?
Why is a fetus more precious
than a child, an adult, a senior?
It would be interesting to know;
but I think, the often fanatic
defence of the fetus
is some kind of paranoia.
Perhaps these people are jealous
of those who get reckless with sex--
determined to make them pay and suffer
for their irresponsible fun of sex--
not trusting any god to take vengeance.