An Unheard Plea CHELSEA MANN
I sleep inside a warm embrace: A cavern I call mine. It’s become small as I grow big – To leave would be divine! I’ve listened to the voices of My fam’ly I’ve not met: What muffled sounds? They must be words That I do not know yet. My mother’s kept me warm and fed While I’ve grown in this place; I think she must be beautiful, Though I’ve not seen her face. I do not know what she says now – An operation here? I don’t know why, but suddenly I’m overcome with fear. We’ve been together for so long, My kind mother and I, Why would she try to snuff my breath? Does she want me to die? I can’t do anything to stop This fate that comes to me; I never had a chance to breathe Or smell, or touch, or see. A billion people like myself Have died without a word. And no one cries, for no one cares: “Those things, alive? Absurd.”
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