The big ball sends spikes of fire on earth
Each ray wrapped with wrath,
AND stealthily he maneuvers eastwards,
Behind half-baked herbs stand.
Temperatures shoots
Arctic ice genuflects
Surrendering to the Big Man's spikes.
Factory man
Watches in dismay; future terror
He created.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wrapped with wrath! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks Poet Edward. Be blessed in your poetic life