Have you ever seen a train,
furious on it tracks?
It lacks emotions in its steel brain.
It crushes all that attacks,
carefree of who it is. Family or friend.
Do you know how determine it feel?
Speedy, in motion till the end.
A train focus on the rail,
reduces to dust,
both the mighty and frail, and any obstacle infront.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem