It was Rolls Royce car,
Magnifient in sight,
Rolling away gracefully,
Carrying the monied
Mighty heads of states,
But pitiable in condition,
Sice it carried the sinful
Bodies who over indulged
In life to show off everything
They made and had,
The riders changed in time,
But the Rolls Royce roled
On and on gracefully,
Carrying the unwanted
Of the earth beautiful.
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I would like to translate this poem
its friking great because it is about a great car designed by god himsef