Not a word was said
But the beat was dead.
Once it gave life to a warm womb
That is now a cold tomb.
No sorrowful gift could replace
That unhuman face
As it is extracted from the walls of birth
It is now not a tear worth.
Mother you lay
On a foreign bed and give away
A child to the great shadow
Now your tomb is hollow.
Father you said nothing at all
Now you stand pressed against the furthest wall.
You pain is visible on your face,
The terror and the disgrace!
Horror escapes your eyes
You swallow hard and bid your last goodbyes.
Thinking only of the best
Not this bitter test.
Blood is blood, it is all red
Here on this foreign bed.
This in God you cannot confide
As you escape his all seeing eyes to hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem