I can be devalued and torn
But I rather not be born
Than be human and poor
In this world where poverty mourns.
I can be that goat with no horns
To my achievements; a stubborn son
In its gigantic lips; a noisy horn
But I rather not be born….
If I am to be a fruitless corn
That is planted behind close doors
Built in such a way: keys can not turn
…I rather not be born.