Mommy and Daddy sitting in the tree,
wondering if I'll ever be.
Am I going to be a man
or a corpse to be canned.

I lay inside my mother's womb,
listening to the words of doom.
"Hush little baby, don't you cry,
Mom and Dad want you to die."

Can't anybody hear my cry,
I want to live and not to die.
I don't want you to take my life,
killing me with the poisonous knife.

You want to kill me,
but can't you see?

It's murder!
Don't take it any further!
You're killing me,
in the first degree!

I'm the problem they can't face,
ending my life, ending my race.
No love at all to give or find,
they have such a selfish mind.

My mother says, she wants me dead,
the doctor doing what she has said.
Burning of my skin, is all I see,
the doctor killing me in the first degree.

All I want is a chance to live,
but pain and hatred is all you give.
Am I the one that they despise,
please don't murder me, open your eyes.

I cry out for love,
I cry out for life.
The doctor with the glove
and the poisonous knife.
Tearing my body apart
inside my mother's womb.
No life or love to start,
only me in a medical tomb!

The minds of these people are so thick,
my life's in the hands of a lunatic.
You silence my lips,
you abolish my voice.
I'm the victim without a choice.
Taking my life to its end,
straight to death I am condemned.

8/5/91

(See you all on the other side.)

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