Mummy I make you suffer and it is not my wish in life
Old am to wean you from the suffer but my brain is just the Gordian
Knot that defies solution
She went on the rampage and turn a wicked woman
A witch that delay all my functions
To sit is such a quagmire and to walk is most daunting
Tears drain from socket with eyeball swollen and reddish
‘Cos at ten I make mummy suffer whilst she has others to tender
What a woman who heeds not concoction not even the strongest antiobiotic?
Cerebral palsy is such an evil that befall the child
And no one hears his voice
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I would like to translate this poem