wail of an egg

I am shell bound,
The hard, white, globular shell
that covers me, protects me,
subjected to perilous attacks,
by the hardened , hammer like
abortive hands of mankind,
Just as the embryo of a babe,
I am protected within the pith,
had it not been for the selfish
Human, I would have flown away,
But now, unawares am I,
baked, caked, melted and grated,
I bemoan my predicament.