Infant Cry Poem by Patrick Utitufon

When I was yet a child
When I knew nothing that was wild
When yet my tongue without cause
Could utter a living curse

Unfeeling away you sent me
Without mercy, without pity
When not a voice could raise
You traded my infant days

Now on the streets I wander—
A dirty little hawker
And at night, I embrace no sleep
While in comfort you sleep deep

The promises to me you made
Was the full price not paid?
Now in your brethren’s house I starve
Then you go to pray that I survive

Did myself to this world bring?
Am I ransom for your wrong?
Will I in sorrow forever be
Till the call of eternity?