Dressed with red
Attached with sirens
Armed with hoses
Filled with water
Equipped with ladders
Draped in suits
Scorched with ash
Warn with dog sent
Plowed with nick nakes
Loaded with equipment
Stashed with carom
Crammed with eight cycladers
Rammed with power
To do its job
But who gets the glory?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think this is a bit funny how this can also be taken metaphorically. sure we may be successful. but who are we to take credit for it.... nice. Be Different. Be You. Elizabeth