I plead for my life, don't waste it

I plead for my life, don't waste it
Before it's properly begun,
How can you justify murder
Of your precious daughter or son?

I didn't ask to be conceived
Whether in plesure or pure lust;
Was I result of a union
Of hotheads on heat in the dust?

Was the coupling inflamed with drink
Maybe drugs made it seem all right?
Whatever caused my creation,
Please listen to me and my plight.

Who knows how I may develop
I may be Einstein or Nobel -
Even if I'm ordinary,
Unless I am born you can't tell!

I plead for my life, don't waste it
Before it's properly begun,
How can you justify murder
Of your precious daughter or son?

Verica Peacock