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