As the streets were demolished by two tanks.
My heart sank.
Who were these Franks?
Destroying the streets in a yank.
Were they expecting me to say thanks?
I ran up and headed towards the national bank.
I told them about the two tanks.
They immediately went to crank.
And headed towards the two gangplanks.
The battle occurred.
Till it was finally assured.
That we were secured.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem