Crashing symbols, double bass,
clanging bars, reddend face.
Sweat dripping, tears falling,
up and down relentless yelling.
Push it hard or leave,
no time for make believe.
It is serious, it is tiring,
it is inspiring, it is perspiering.
It is the place people are in doom,
it is the Colony High weight room.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem