THE INCONVENIENT TRUTH
March 24 – 29, 2021 From The Poem, Abortion by Victor Hafichuk
Lethbridge, Alberta
August 19, 1984
When Abortion was first written shortly after we returned from Bernalillo, New Mexico, USA, the idea was to go counter to conventional, orthodox Christian philosophy or conviction and social custom concerning abortion. I wanted to say to those who would kill their children:
“Go for it. Why plague the world with your fruits of like thinking? If this is the kind of upbringing you would give your children, better to not have any. If a mother can’t love her child, what hope do we have of any good from her? And how dare you saddle the rest of society with your abhorrently selfish thought? Do be my guest and destroy your seed and save us all the expense of your lawless, selfish pleasures.”
Thirty-seven years later, on March 24, 2021, after arranging and recording many songs for me, John Capek of Nashville, Tennessee asked if I had more lyrics that I might be interested in passing on to him to work on. He also suggested that we might collaborate on music. I was joyful about his proposition! “Who, me?” I thought, “Wow.” I said I’d gladly consider the offer and think about materials I still had.
Martin Van Popta suggested we offer John the poem, Abortion, and see if he would be willing to do something with it. We doubted he would though we didn’t doubt he could. We sent him the words, he formed the lyrics from the words and generalized the message to address or appeal to the larger audience.
On March 26, John accepted and said he’d write the lyrics and if those were acceptable to me, he would move on with a melody.
On March 29, John sent us his work, we gladly received the lyrics and melody and gave John the go-ahead. To suit the revision of the poem, I named the song, The Inconvenient Truth. John was good with that.
Abort the mark of tragedy
Annul the signs of pleasure
Revoke the stark reminder
Deny your Maker’s treasure.
Rid yourself of nuisance
Rid yourself of cost
Pay no mind but to yourself
For your sake, life is lost.
Don’t cry to me, what you’ve done
Is your conscience in your womb
Don’t lie to me coz you can’t run
Your tragedy… is your tomb
Woe-oe… Woe-oe… Woe-oe…
Still the body’s witness
Erase the interruption
Forget the past if you can
Embrace your own corruption
Call it inconvenience
It’s you you’ve double-crossed
Call it what you will
It’s your. own holocaust
Don’t shed fake tears for what you’ve done
Is your conscience in your womb?
No place to hide and you can’t run
Your tragedy is your tomb
Woe-oe… Woe-oe… Woe-oe… Woe-oe…
Yet go and do your will
There’s nothing left to say
Creation is a bitter pill
To waste and throw away.
INSTRUMENTAL
Don’t cry to me.. what you’ve done
Is your conscience in your womb
Don’t lie to me coz you can’t run
Your tragedy.. is your tomb…
Hoe-oe Hoe-oe…
Your tragedy is your. tomb.
Hoe-oe… Hoe-oe…