If some things arise
that don't seem very sure
it's not often wise
to lie flat on the floor,
so I'll somersault sides
in the thick of galore
then stand up to face
the south of the north
and sing back to front
so the wild vines of wrath
tide over their eyes
with blinding pink cloth.
Who knows the surprise
might shuffle them off.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes, the truth is always needed in life. For the peace of the earth. Nice work.