I WANT TO WALK
Poem by Chan Mongol
March 19 of 2022
I want to walk normal but I know what I go through daily bases;
Unskilled prosthetists couldn't make the good prosthesis.
Even, a doctor will tell you who is the doctor, you or me?
If he doesn't listen to you how the hell he will know your body?
They don't do practices but make monies with malpractices;
They are unskilled trainies, rookies, deputies, apprentices.
Amputees complain but Otto Bock or others don't care;
No updated state of art, science they apply to manufacture.
I want to stand erect, I want to walk up and down, to staircases;
Those prosthetists should learn to make better sockets.
Do they use science at all to make limbs and to make us better?
Our comments, complains don't reach to their ears there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Chan, I feel your pain through this very heart-wrenching poem.