I am the Unborn Child
I am the unborn child
Who refuses to see the light
Of days drenched in black clouds
My hearth breathes in
Falling and falling
Over rambles of hungry men
Who heartlessly take my share
To simply be
To be renewed by the vines
Untouched by fumes
That carry me in a solemn path of woe
Seeing my seas overflowing with red
My bed desolate and no longer evergreen
A vortex of ages to come
My fellow unborn like me
The victims of my fathers' deeds
Alone in this no longer fruitful abyss
Where life still flows through me
But a glimpse is shattered and beaten
Giving only an image of suffocation and darkness
An external death
With its axe in hand
Reaching
Reaching
But do not test
The strength of working hands
That binds the many of me
I have not gone yet
As winging birds fly
And mountains shiver in their Arctic blankets
As the great serpent devours its glory
And the petal dances through shouting woods
So shall I await a promise
Due to time
Due to deprived history
Of desecrated creation
Organic granules
In its slow bloom
I will wait till the world remembers
Me