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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem