The motorbike before me
Is a bleak tribute to industry.
It leans slightly to one side
Balanced only by some rod.
It mocks me.
With its dull metal body,
Its spokes and gears
All added to an insult to Nature.
I think of all the people,
Who have been killed on or by a motorbike.
How long will it be before the riders’ time is up?
Will he take anyone with him?
Right now,
I would give anything to be rid of it.
An insult to my plans
And an insult to Nature.
1/07/06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem