Do not feel the haste to come
Oh you, the unborn, the unsinned.
Why would you want
To come and fight for survival
In this unending war of slavery
Of a life?
A war so intense and uncouth,
And never ending...?
Oh you, the unborn,
Why do thee pain thy mother
with the agility to come out?
Please, you the unborn child,
i beg you, do not come,
And fight for survival.
Do not come, oh you, the child of my mother.
I know the potential that burns your bosom,
I know you want to live and love,
I know you want to fight for survival
I know all these and more, but this world is not for you.
You deserve what's better, child.
Like your mum's protected womb.
Not a world already insane
And turned upside down
By corrupted idealogies!
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