When in charge of a car, do you know who you are?
Some folk seem like death in disguise
For they travel at speed, when there's really no need
And their actions are there to despise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some people drive their cars in such a way that it becomes a question of life and death for others on the road because- 'they travel at speed, when there's really no need'. Thanks for this interesting poem.