All feared ITS approach!
Mum as IT did slowly encroach.
Back from ITS anticipated path.
Understandably avoiding ITS perceived wrath.
Looking at IT as IT did silently slither.
All in a quiet dither.
Not one person could disrespect.
Could they eventually also feel ITS deadly effect?
Everyone felt a sympathetic connection -
Seeing such a lengthy Air Force blue ambulance collection!
Still remembering all those C-9's off loading their human 'cargo' to long 'snaking' lines of Air Force blue ambulances. Wondering how many will now be 'bitten by big blue snakes'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem