An agriculture of thoughts inside the brain
Remains artistic, a feeling of war too attained.
The traders of mental weakness are few,
The industry of exact sciences remains the same.
One triumphs when the losing of thoughts is attained,
Ignored and betrayed, the victor now ends up.
The set of articles pertaining to his record
Are consulted to read into and to busy with.
One government is enough, one thought cancels again,
This thinker wonders along life once more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem