Carl Sagan - Blue Sky Black Death

I’m not in pictures that your parents took

I’m not described in your stack of holy books

I wasn’t born in your seven day

I’m not the monster your fathers made

Can’t break my bones if you can’t pronounce my name

I’ll elude what your top thinkers might conceive

Your «wanted"sketch doesn’t resemble me

I don’t want blood or your charity

You won’t believe that your maker thought me up

Your common cold is my Trojan horse defeat

And my fine cuisine is your world catastrophe

I might be dormant on your ocean floor

Or in the margins of error you ignore

You can’t survive in the class of air I breathe