The sun jumped up
Over the horizon
Gazing on the jangled
Web of confusion
Clambering blindly along,
The concrete corridor,
Eyes numbed
By the morning brightness,
Glittering madly,
Glowering angrily,
At the greedy, glaring procession
Creeping into the ghastly glow
Of another chase after
Imagined gains and empty gifts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like the carrot on the end of the stick