With overwhelming soldier, rocket and tank
Russia is in battle against the Ukraine,
believing they will with this control gain.
A vehicle that they do not even rank:
an all terrain go-cart shoots at point blank,
with a grenade-launcher does its victory appertain.
The grenade-launcher is ready to fire again
but to deadly halt the tanks do clank,
ammunition explodes on the inside
while Ukrainian special forces to fight draw near
and intense these battle-tanks are aflame
and they are ripped open on the side.
Even with superb amour and gear,
to the Russian tanks destruction came.
[Poet's note: This go-cart is armed with a Carl-Gustav recoilless rifle / grenade launcher and has shot out more than a hundred tanks.]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem