As my children are born
My children are gone
As those at the throne
In our offices, are left alone
Where is my child
If not I will get louder
At their plunder
Like thunder
weeps a mother
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I would like to translate this poem
What bigger a catastrophe, children snatched up, by evil' s hand, all for the sake of denying education and the stealing of their innocence. When will the world's eyes be opened and these children rescued, return to the safety of their sorrow filled mothers. Who dares to defend them....step up and be brave. They are all our children...PEACE. This is a battle all Americans should get behind.