never have I got to sit
aboard the light rail transit
especially on Wednesdays
when all rushes to pray
to Mother Mary for her intercession
for a little mercy, and salvation
LRT is a way of life
for students and workers alike
its like a metallic angel
attesting our daily struggle
in a city where dangers abound
we arrive wholly unharmed
a train without the 'toot-ing' sound
takes you safe to holier ground
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem