And so it came to be
That the children of Albion lay
Burnt to a cinder in the shade
Hiding now from the sun
That only yesterday they so much adored
And absorbed.
Peeling skins and aging grins.
Mad dogs and Englishmen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wondering if the rolls have been reversed in the hot house on the square/