We are waiting for your arrival.
But you are a thunderlight.
You came and went in three days.
You want to see the world.
Just like anybody
But they did not allow you into the world, my love.
I still can't believe that you are gone, my love.
You did not go, but they sent you forcefully, forever, my love.
Daddy loves you so much, my boy.
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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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