if you could speak if you could choose
to exist a while in sun and rain
be born and drink your mother's milk
to sleep and then awake again
to breathe, to move, to live a life
to walk the green and see the blue
to feel the bite of winter's wind
a life that led to death, would you
choose a birth of purpose
born only to grow and die
cared for by your killer
do you sometimes wonder why
or would you rather be
elsewhere, uncreated, free
never born the world to see
but uneaten, just like me
All materials Copyright © 2004-2008 by Eryll Oellermann
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