I try to do
the right thing, because it is right.
Morally from good book's made thus.
Like Paul,
I to was once in Florida's prison's.
I have
no disire to have my head cut off
nor boiled alive in oil.
Just for,
the ignorant amusement of Trump, my neighbor.
Reading a book by Hitler, called fear.
While forcing me to read, Sun Tzu's, Art of War.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem