Letra de ' Prayer Before Birth ' de Anne Clark

I am not yet born; o hear me
Let not the bloodsucking 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, the white
Waves call me to folly and the desert calls
Me to doom and the beggar refuses
My gift and my children curse me

I am not yet born; o hear me
Let not the man who is beast or who 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 dragoon 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, would
Blow me like thistledown hither and
Thither or hither and thither
Like water held in the
Hands would spill me

Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me
Otherwise kill me