We cry as one
The gifts to our hands
Each as one
Abstractly we were lined in pillar cast
Like straws we were shoot in a path that was supposed to Bring us forth
With a message
"Go and manifest my word by age"
Gladly we went in hope to make ourselves known from instant
But just in a day we felt
Our bodies pierced
Pains much for our little mind to steer
Voiceless in our screams pains add gear
Mama mia defense a mockery to heavenly promise
Suffer no comparison to belly anguish
I shall go back to God telling for once his words on me never came through this street
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem