A demand for life is really worthy,
Worthier opponents to the craze admit defeat.
My liking for food is tremendous, forming goodness,
Oil and petrol realises our youth, like young animals.
Fuel is bitter to the taste from the tongue, and the wolf
Shall retreat with the relish of it.
A car is a stationary object of alarm,
Immediate aid is needed for the people who
Are beset by grief, and so the process continues.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem