An Angry Sonnet To A Liberal

You spare the guillotine, the rope, the gun:
You are too busy killing innocent
Babies to punish the cruel unrepent-
Ant criminal. To be liberal is more fun.
To worship Gaia and God knows what more,
To shed your inhibitions, morals, soul,
Easier for you than the uneasy role
Of judge who settles the unsettled score.

You bleat compassion and inclusivness.
Only the weak and innocent you exclude,
Only in punishment you play the prude,
Undeserved mercy is your cruel excess.
You rant about the scourge of priestly abuse
While unborn kids die, choking, in the sluice.