For the sake of peace do sleep and live,
They sleep again when the word is about;
The hold on us is forevermore, the sleep
Satanically cools the mind of mellow worlds.
Dreams come from the doctor disaster,
This is the circus act of asking the artistic
Freedom, dreams are your dispute with gold.
For the sake of fun and laughter, the area
Of your brain witnesses pain and work,
While dozing and sleeping have repeated
The double fortune, once the set of crimes
Have been dissolved for the moon standing.
I laugh at the sun that beats down with heat,
Sheltering the poor, infirm and nursed.
For the sake of freedom, the doctor stood
And surgery became blood and wounds,
Fixing the price for this was not compulsory;
Till suddenly during the flight of fantasy a
Major story broke loose on the television
Of terror, a major tale of the three continents
To force an accusation for sake of completion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem