Look at the scenes
Unpleasing it seems
The senses are gone
Since the devil has won
I fail to understand, whom is to blame.

People are crying
And many are dying
What a careless driver
He who jumps the river
With the mind corrupted, he speeds and relax.

I curse it again
That crooked road
It smells of blood
Injuries and death
The corners are sharp, no signs and lights.

They all failed
To employ the trained
Now look at their work
It looks like a concert
Are they to blame, the leaders of today?

The passengers then said
We are getting late"
Speed the state
We arrive early at the stage
Who could guess, the burst of the state.