To all my unborn brothers and sisters
you’re so lucky
You don’t know pain
You don’t know cold
Oh lucky bastards
You don’t know the fear of death
You don’t know life
You can sleep
Oh lucky bastards
I’m so jealous of you my unborn brothers and sisters
You don’t know anxiety
You don’t know the mistake
You don’t fear the darkness
You don’t know homesickness
You don’t have a home
Oh lucky bastards
I was so naïve when I was born
But the first thing I did was crying
Oh lucky bastards, you have never cried
you don’t know how to cry
You don’t know but you have never born
Oh lucky bastards
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