Free spirit above the ground,
God created you.
You insist to have wall, ceiling
and windows to overlooking to world!
limitless time outside your attention
God granted.
You insist, to suppress, between (clockwise) !
Fruit, trees and shades
God honors.
You insist but bread, bread collar your neck!
Free spirit above the ground
God created you.
So why by your hands, jailed?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
question of bred, butter, thanks.