i rose to the top
with my last gasp
i sank to the bottom
the smell was rotten
diesel for the masses
education drifted by
inflation hit the sky
as we floated ever high
diesel for the masses
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is very good. What else, but the best, can you expect from the Irish? Well done. Jem