THE child sits in total silence,
there are tears on his face, and his
body been disfigured, hes been abandoned,
beaten, and druged like a whore,
still he is alive, with his mothers love.
THE child stands up for the first time,
only to be nocked down, and broken
like a toy, the mother jumps in with
a right, then left, and the drunken man
laughs, becouse this is his family, his
family, and we his pigs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem