There is only one way
To this great city,
An old dirt road
Constantly crowded with people
All trying to make it to the city of Victory.
The dust from the road
Flies up from the traffic,
Clouding the sight of travlers
As if to block their view of everything,
Everything except for Victory.
A select few that traverse this treaturous road
See past all the glamor and smoke,
They look to the ground and realize the horror
That the road is paved by the bodies of those
Who didn't make it on the road to Victory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow sweet. i like it. good job.