The little girl cried in agony for help
Her president dined and toasted with the nemesis
Perhaps nothing has been said on her behalf
Mothers were collected like a trash
Their government has despicably gone mute
Perhaps their fate is sealed in concession
Our people were humiliated in a daylight
Not a soul protested at home and abroad
Perhaps we have subconsciously resigned
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem