Mother, take the knife and cut my life.
Mother, you who gave me life, take it back.
Mother, take your life back, the years you wasted recover,
the life you lost take it back.
Mother, I wish I had not been born, kill a boy,
the knife is in your hand.
Mother, I'd rather be killed from your hands I can escape.
I give my life to you.
Don't you ever regret, the wall, let it fall,
and with my blood let grass come out.
Let my life take purpose, not to be lost in vain.
The wall should be destroyed,
the building of society should be leveled.
Another person should not live this again.
The wall should fall, a life should be freed.
Mother, kill me.
The fire in your eyes win back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem