Incubation -

Doomed to be defective or not to survive

They’re not to choose their fate

They’re still to arrive

Women in their feebleness

Are close to desperation

They give the newborn a chance to live

By incubation

Surgeon’s knife will break your rest

Extracted from the womb

You’ll find your home in a plastic chest

A welcome son, the helpless one

Sealed from the air

Be the victim of despair

Your cries won’t be heard

Tied to life support

Burned by the light

Surreal consciousness

Is the start of life

Of newborn child

Some of those locked in are never to return

Data for them is missing

Like they were never born

Turned into material for medical examination

Released from misery

By incubation

Surgeon’s knife will break your rest

Extracted from the womb

You’ll find your home in a plastic chest

A welcome son, the helpless one

Sealed from the air

Be the victim of despair

Your cries won’t be heard