But his forceps show it, because they’re “Longfellows.”
Talking publicly for the first time since his trial and conviction on three counts of murder, one count of involuntary manslaughter and more than 200 counts of violating Pennsylvania’s Abortion Control Act, Philadelphia abortion doctor Kermit Gosnell insists he is “spiritually innocent.”
Speaking exclusively to Philadelphia magazine writer Steve Volk for a new magazine article and e-book, Gosnell—who was convicted in May of snipping the necks of babies born alive during abortion procedures in his West Philadelphia clinic—believes he was serving the best interests of his community and the women who came to him…
Over the course of several weeks this summer, Volk received 12 letters from Gosnell, more than 50 emails, and more than two dozen phone calls. Gosnell also sent several poems he’s written, including one dated April 2013:
Abortion Providers
Are Labeled Killers!
Horrendous, Exploitive
Barbaric, Inhumane
Not Physicians, Oathed To Heal
Lest We Forget,
What Chance Have Those?
Those Without The Support
Of Their Parents
Their Families
Their Communities
Their Societies …
So Many
Without Sufficient Support
Stumble Into Drugs
Into Crime
Into Mental Illness
Into Institutions … And …
Languish in Jails …
Ahh. “So many” of “those” — by which he means children — were better off being flushed down Gosnell’s toilet until they clogged the pipes. Isn’t that more merciful than giving them a chance to grow up and succeed or fail on their own?
And putting aside the subject matter… what the hell was that? Call me an old fuddy-duddy, but that ain’t poetry to me. If Gosnell wants to get his message across, here’s the sort of thing he should be writing:
Roses are red
So are my walls
I’m out of the office
When inspectors call
Or:
I think that I shall never see
Another baby killed by me
At carving kids I did my best
Then someone squealed; you know the rest
Something like that. If you’re going to wallow in self-pity about going to jail for butchering children, Kermit, at least try to think of some rhymes.