My condition is red, my condition is red,
Then blueness enters the fray like ghosts
That go whoosh, and then go like growth.
This danger is evident in the signs of disasters,
The general wrong or accident;
My concern is over the welfare of citizens,
My country needs me as I do,
And the accidental men arrive with ambulances.
Then the cars of the feet are approaching
The traffic lights with better company.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem