Murder In The Womb Poem by Celestine Nkwocha

Innocent and guiltless I am

Yet for no offence of mine

I have the pleasure been denied

To suck milk from my mother's breast

I have the pleasure been denied

To run with kids to the stream

I have the pleasure been denied

To listen to gran-pa's tale by moon light

A loving family and a good education

All this I have been denied

For a crime I didn't commit

Mama! Is coming to the world a crime?

Namelessly I was sent to my maker

To give account of a life I never lived

But that didn't make me sad

Must saddened was I

When I discovered that

I was murdered in the womb

And the murderer was you my mother.