”Machine mass”
The smoke that the lump of machine that crawls on the ground can not see
The blue sky is a pale blue and as usual
It threatens the world unlike what it looks like
I will not see what I can not see
Even if we try to threaten our lives like other countries
Even though it is increasing, chunks of machinery are increasing
I will threaten this country like a devil
The smoke of the country of death growing unexpectedly
Life goes to be threatened
While you do not know while you do not know
A poet ~ Now person …
