An Infant’s Point Of View Poem by Stanley Cooper

All of five minutes old, I wonder why I’m here
Compared to where I was, this world seems too austere
It was so warm and loving, to leave I had no thirst
When suddenly two gloved hands pulled me out head first

No more peace and quiet as strangers fondle me
It seems these total strangers will never let me be
I’d like to find my way back to that warm and loving womb
Instead of living with these strangers with whom I feel entombed

They show no respect for us little guys with infantile physiques
No-one seems to care at all about us little pip-squeaks
I suppose in time I will adjust to my fate that now seems awful
But one would think I’ve a right to a choice more ethical and lawful