Mew mew
Pussycat cries at night
Closed doors
There isn’t warmth at sight
Mew mew
Is there any kind soul
Crackling fire burning coal?
Mew mew
Under open sky
Like pussycat many more lie
For them is spread no bed
On pavement dream tomorrow’s bread
Mew mew
Cold night’s curse
Doors shut no kind soul
Far up blinking stars
Glow like burning coal
Noses in blissful snore
Won’t ever get to feel
The misery preying outdoor
The knifing ruthless chill
Mew mew
Not awake one kind soul
Doors are all shut tight
Crackles no fire in burning coal
Pussycat cries for end of night.
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I would like to translate this poem
You're breaking my heart with this poem. Too many people are laying out in the cold tonight, and it doesn't have to be like this. Will things ever change?