Treasure Island

Eric Lungai

(Kenya)

Letter To The Unborn


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!

Submitted: Thursday, September 05, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013
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