The news came From the child who was born today. She has got the testimonial, And therefore she proclaims her rights to the new unknown world With piercing cries. She is helpless and small, yet her fist is raised, Glowing in an incomprehensible oath. No one understands. Some laugh, some reprove. I recognize her language, though. I see the signs of a coming age As I read the child's credentials In her hazy, misty eyes. The new child has arrived. We must make place for her; And move away Into the wrecked and dead wastelands Of this old earth. And leave we will. Yet as long as I breathe, I will go on clearing the debris with all my strength From the face of this earth. I will make this world habitable for this child; This is my firm pledge to the newborn. Once my work is done, I shall bless the child With my own blood. And then, I shall become history