Cardboard is the material we consider this to be,
The material in front of us is not metallic like steel
But a swelling acquired by the eyes, the eyes of danger;
The ears will explode and we shall revel due to the material,
Due to the wall.
Weighing us as we balance on the machine,
The walls of change will create a reality;
The reality of danger is upon us, the dangers,
What are they now that we see the wall?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem