Nameless the newborn
As waiting for the grave
Helpless the newborn
No earthly power to change
Its unavoidable fate to
Bear the yellow mark of death
Atrophied by a nuclear test
Vanishing in statistics
Die without any sensation
Marked yellow by the lack of foresight
The rich have DNA altered
For the sake of a perfect issue
While others depraived of their health
Give birth to only half-dead child
Marked yellow by the lack of foresight
Mother's sitting alone in the dark
Noone to explain her descendant's death
War-lords of the Great Powers are always seeking for
The recent and more dreadful weapons of mass destruction
In the shade of the mashroom-cloud
Noone cares for the aftermath of the secret trials