In the dark recesses of nothingness
Lies an egg.
In a sterile state of tranquility,
It knows no hate, or fear, it makes no war.
This egg, now new life;
At a destined time and place
It is thrust into a death struggle, living hatred, violence, pollution and apathy called
Life.
At 3:38 am I cried and mourned you,
As I watched you being born.