歌词
I am not yet born
O hear me!
Let not the blood-sucking bat
Or the rat
Or the stoat
Or the club-footed ghoul
Come near me
I am not yet born
Console me!
I fear that the human race
May with tall walls wall me
With strong drugs dope me
With wise lies lure me
On black racks rack me
In blood baths roll me
I am not yet born
Provide me!
With water to dandle me
Grass to grow for me
Trees to talk to me
Sky to sing to me
Birds and a white light
In the back of my mind
To guide me
I am not yet born
Forgive me!
For the sins that in me
The world shall commit
My words when they speak me
My thoughts when they think me
My treason engendered
By traitors beyond me
My life when they murder
By means of my hands
My death when they live me
I am not yet born
Rehearse me!
In the parts I must play
And the cues I must take
When old men lecture me
Bureaucrats hector me
Mountains frown at me
Lovers laugh at me
White waves call me to folly
The desert calls me to my doom
The beggar refuses my gift
And my children curse me
I am not yet born
O hear me!
Let not the man who is a beast
But thinks he is God
Come near me
I am not yet born
O fill me!
With strength against those
Who would freeze my humanity
Would jaroon me into a lethal automaton
Would make me a cog in a machine
A thing with one face: a thing
And against all those
Who would dissipate my entirety
Let them not make me a stone
And let them not spill me
Otherwise
Kill me
