The Unborn Child
It’s really dark and wet in here;
What are they giving me?
Is this beer?
Closing my eyes and lips,
I am hiding behind the hips;
Oh my, I see smoke,
Watch out I am going to choke.
Trying so hard to hide,
I open my eyes wide,
I hear somebody beginning to cry;
Is it a girl or is it a guy?
The crying makes me sad,
The smoke makes me mad,
The beer does not taste good,
This is a girl that I am hiding in,
Why is she committing such a sin?
She decides to give me life,
She might as well kill me with a knife.
I am not even born yet,
And already life is such a threat.
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