Just cry baby boy
Because we are poor
And your mother's breast is dry
So she doesn't have any milk
On her breasts to breastfeed you
But God will come any time
That is if he is listening to your agony
Today
I don't doubt for a minute that he is not
Listening to your agony today
Also I know that the clocking is tickling
Every single hour of the day and the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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