We are the marders
and we are the mothers.
We weep, we wail, we cry out in anguish.
We cry for our children
we cry for our lovers
we cry for the loss of a friend or a brother.
We cry hard and deep.
we cry till the skin on our eylids
is crimson and raw.
We cry......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Could anyone tell me what marders mean