Criminals cannot really dream,
They have nightmares;
They sleep with their eyes open.
Criminals don't enjoy life,
They live in fears,
Like true villains and cowards.
Criminals deserve no rewards,
They carry weapons and spears,
To destroy the beauty of life.
Criminals are not open,
They set up traps on steps and stairs;
As a result, they're unable to dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem