Sometimes speeding cars
Spare some lives
Sacrificing their own bodies,
Those that survived
Remain in lifelong terror
With mocking, taunting trauma.
While the ill-fated speedsters
Badly mauled and mangled
Leave behind for good
Blood-stained marks -
The marks of perennial grief
On the long ride
Of their luxurious yet short life.
Accidents that occur, do teach -
Better go slow than never reach.
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I would like to translate this poem
The marks of perennial grief On the long ride Of their luxurious yet short life... very fine reflection and a message.. thank you dear poet. tony