A beautiful day darkened by a black cloud coming down,
the smile on a child's face frozen to a frown.
Eyes that had life stared with stricken fear,
I saw his lips tremble followed by streams of tears.
The driver watched shocked in his drunken state,
for the child in my arms met the path of his fate.
His frail body covered in blood, tangled and broken;
'help me I don't want to die, ' his words softly spoken.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem