Somebody from inside my red chest
Calls out and warns about so many things.
Somebody from inside my black bonnet
Cheers me up and gives the go-ahead.
With the fast accelerator set atop
I speed the hell up to the end of a road.
The break is placed down on the left side.
Like a hog-driver I break the rules and love to glide!
What animals except humans could be sinners?
The curse of power casts a black magic spell.
Wit shines like a blade with two sharp edges!
The beasts in humans stay in open door cages!
Somebody inside my often brown chest
heaves sad sighs and fails to have rest!
Qualms come in a rush and make a hard bash
but my grey bonnet fast cleans up the stash!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem