Their mother and fathers were too damaged to hear.
Their mothers and fathers were too busy to hear.
Their mothers and fathers were too depressed to hear.
Their little boys and girls were not allowed to cry,
They lay in their beds just wanting to die
Many years later and they are grown adults now.
Many years later and they are patients now
Many years later and they remember now.
Those little boys and girls are now allowed to cry,
they lie in their beds not wanting to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem