Morning here midnight there
Winter chilling the temperate,
Sharp heats of mid day in the tropics
Putin’s Blizzards in Ukraine a counterpoise
To an elegant bivouac in Timbuktu.
Sun’s selfish rations to those underneath,
Has too sent me to bed in ruthless darkness
As others it wakes to pocket glory on the Wall Street
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem