The Cry Of The Unborn

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.

by Tony Ogunlowo

Comments (1)

Great work, master piece