Again and again though
hearts of the lonely mothers are burst.
Shedding their blood on thoughts
they loved and cared.
Not one child will give the love back
they souly took away.
Here the mothers stay hidden
away not to be seen
By any except thoughts who
keep them tightly tucked away.
So the child can keep the loved of their mother
never to be given away.
When will the mothers' get their loved back
they so lovenly gave away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem