For a beginning I will postulate, simply to open the debate,

That it is not an affair of the state that couples separate,

When they each other fervently hate;

Except where children, a care about whose fate,

On the conscience of the public might grate,

Are brought into court for the judge to state

In his judicial opinion of the case,

What he considers best for the human race.

Then of course if His Honor is wise, he’ll devise

Some plan to make wife and man either realize,

That if they are deaf to the cries of their offspring

The court itself will bring pressure into the thing

They’re about to do, and, before it gets through,

I think that neither me nor you will any suggestion make

Or advice give about what course the law will take.

If when all this is done and the court can’t make them one,

Then it is up to him and all my talk is done.

Some people oppose divorce on account of their views,

Acquired from that book written by ancient Jews.

Some think it a disgrace upon the entire human race,

For any sundered couples to have a place,

On the green earth where they may show their face.

This narrow view is not entertained by you or me,

Because we’ve been along far enough to see

Some of the things from whom some are set free.

Others oppose it on the score of “I told you so!

People oughtn’t marry whom they did not know.”

Some plunge deep into the matter, themselves they flatter,

That they can some great big principles scatter,

Over the very causes while they chatter.

They’d take it in time and let the big state

Issue its own red-sealed certificate,

To all spooning couples longing to mate,

And, at one single throw the entire nuisance abate.

Then these smart ones pucker their mouth,

With their heads tossed north and south,

To see if anybody should really act so shoddy,

As not an acquiescent head to at once noddy.

But the main fight does not come from home,

It thunders from the pope of Rome;

And, there are plenty of folks take his word home.

He says marriage is the sacred thing of life,

And when one takes a wife, regardless of strife,

They cannot be cut apart with a butcher’s knife.

So you may shake this subject up and down,

In country, village and town, and use every noun,

Verb, adverb and pronoun from early morn to sundown,

And the people will no better be made, for all your

Prattle and all you said.

The real causes of the thing are ingrain,

Born in the heart and born in the brain,

Maybe, by any by, before you die, but not I,

Science may teach us to create and the race propagate,

In some other way besides this vexing marriage state.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

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