I forsee my birth
in many, many years to come
as a passage into a world
plagued with hatred and greed.
My tender lungs
not yet breathing
can already smell
the stench of the polluted air.
I fear for what
will be life for my unborn children
what evil lurks wherever they'll go?
And
me?
What will be my fate in this hostile world?
I do not know.
I cry for humanity
even though my tears are ethereal
as I am just a figment
of somebody's imagination,
waiting to be born
into a world
full of problems.
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