Morality's Child Poem by John A. Hancock

I ponder the day I confront'd light
When from the dark seclusion in which I lay
Twas pull'd forth from nature's cradle of creation
To breathe the very air of rejection that fateful day
Nursed by a spiritless breast
Held to view a score of unfamiliar eyes
Wrapped snugly in the blanket of hypocrisy
To appease the dictates of society all the while
Here I languished amongst sterile bosoms
Comforted not by a loving mother's coo
But by practiced words of kindness and observation
In a sea of white, each new day I traveled through
Curse be this canon dogma that preached
That from my mother's arms I be quickly torn
By virtuous soldiers of morality, branding
Me a criminal for simply being born