Cry for the Unborn

On the day I was born
They said
Welcome to a world of injustice
But I was well acquainted already
From the safety and the terror
Of my mother’s womb
No one knew me there
And I did not have a face
Injustice, I knew,
As with a pounding
Not of a fist, but with my human heart
I beat upon the darkened wall
Who will stand and defend me?
For the voiceless, a voice
For the weak, a witness
For those in darkness, light.

Aug. 2009