the antibiotics have become useless
and so the medicine man
(quack doctor) came and burned some herbs
to cure me
they say that there is nothing wrong
if i believe
i have nothing to lose
and he said
my father long dead is angry and wants to be appeased
his soul
i have not offered prayers
his resting place
i have not visited
and so every night
his cold spirit comes and sleeps with me
missing me
embracing me
i have nothing to lose if i believe
and so prayers were offered
and a visit was done
today the coldness is gone
i feel the heat
of the memory
of papa and his promise to always
protect me
and my family
memories rush like sunshine on my face
and the sickness is gone
i see
the quackdoctor must be right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem