“Honey, my love
Today, magic happened.
Johannes, the German humanist
He met me and talked to me
He visited you and prayed for you in Latin.
He was so kind to us, my angel.
He is so kind, my love.
He prayed for you in Latin, my love.
He is a beautiful human being, my love.
I thanked him repeatedly for visiting you.
And praying for you, my love.
It is magic, but reality
Daddy loves you so much, my little angel.
Sleep well until Daddy comes to you, my love.
You are not alone, my love.
Daddy will come to you, sweetheart.”
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Author:
Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My African wife is carrying a healthy baby. She was vaccinated with Repevax on June 28, 2023, in the Bajuwarenstr. 1A asylum camp. The gynecologist is German, whereas the nurses are Arabs. Doctors at Caritas-Krankenhaus St. Josef in Regensburg informed me that my baby might have died on July 2 or 3 due to a lack of oxygen. Who is responsible for the death of my baby boy, Stanford Suryaraju Mattimalla? Is caste, race, ethnicity, or untouchability in India, Ethiopia, the Czech Republic, and Germany responsible for the death of my baby boy on Tuesday, July 4, 2023, at the Caritas-Krankenhaus St. Josef in Regensburg, Germany?
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