Amputee Poem by Chan Mongol

AMPUTEE
April 2,2019


In my toe for a little injury
they mutilated me, made me amputee!
For a little injury on the small toe
mutilated whole leg, I couldn't say no!
I been through too much in the body
physical tragedy, now is my melody!
And still singing by wounded spirit
still, fly in the free world a bit.
They said, medicine was not made
I believed butchers as they said.
I didn't know better, I regret
proper treatment I couldn't get!
Body is losing immunity, getting week
but the spirit still flies with the risk!
Question is how long? No prediction
also, the amputee faces discrimination!
I face challenge, obstacle, rejection
the spirit is now seeking salvation.
The amputee poet became very upset
why many necessary things he can't get?
Contractors make money out of misery
more they can screw, more they make money.
Surgeons said I would get a new wheelchair
racist system got me an old out of order.
Someone with different color, minority
was ill treated by the supplier, authority.
Amputees can digest hardship in India
therefore, I was ill treated in Alberta.
If Canada was like the United States
I could sue racists, fascists syndicates.