See the child curled
up in the corner?
Nursing his throbbing head
in one arm, and trying
to feebly bash his father
back.
Hear the boy crying as
his mother goes flying
through the air,
crashing into the wall
feel and taste the
desperation and
tension, that is left in there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem