Droplet from heavy skies mix with blown sands
The gutter sputters tiding waters to untar roads
Kids with thoughts of tarradiddle tarry in view of angered clouds
Purring praise to looming catastrophe bestowed
Beneath shambles their soul lingers loitering to awake from eternal mares,
In hours the once lively street is cold dead in heightened surges,
The rain snuffing life out of it, leaving it to despair,
This in calm veins seen as frowning faces of fathers cry like mothers as in dirges
Perhaps a sin they bear, one whom cross the blameless kids carries,
For in ways unknown they have angered nature, suffocating her in upheavals,
This through fumes done, smoke, butchery of trees
Their savoring necessity of consumption done them evil
Pregnant eyes bearing twin cry blubbering signal caution
Nor difference pored sky gives as in actions and inactions
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I would like to translate this poem
A powerful poem, like it, a great write.