Cedrick

I am not yet Born

I am not yet born, be my voice

For I can speak for myself, my friend

And your words will last

And convey change

I am not yet born, I fear,

Those who carry me,

With tongs, they may pluck me out.

I fear, the strong elixirs

May knock me out,

And later flash me out.

While the clock moves slowly,

tik-tik-tik-tik,

In a black bag, tuck me,

And in blood baths roll me,

Far and away, toss me.