It’s an overcrowded running track,
We are on.
Need to keep running,
Faster than the one, right behind you.
Or he will run over you.
And will clear his conscience,
By saying it, competition.
Will be recognized as a winner,
Holding up the cup and the glory.
But he will know what he did.
And will be all alone,
With his deed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem