The doctor in my village is a witch
That is why I like yours
He wear refined costumes
He hardly talk with threats
Like mine
And just like your gods, your doctors hate witches as I do
That is why I like yours
But
My mother tells me, you are all lying
Of course I don't believe her at all!
But
The other day I saw your doctor
Killing too!
Painfully and physically
Than a witchdoctor in my village
I like your medicine since it is not bitter like ours
The only bother I have,
Why does your doctors still come
For the tree-roots of our ‘witchdoctor'!
The only bother I have, Why does your doctors still come For the tree-roots of our ‘witchdoctor'! a nice poem.. your thinking and presenting the poem with the idea of parallelism is really good dear poet. tony
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I would like to translate this poem
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