World Poetry AND Benito Juarez Days

Which is my excuse to post this poem which I wrote for Heidi Nygard’s Birthday.

Benito Juarez in New Orleans 1853

Slouching towards el DF is what rough beast?
Juarez rolls cigars in old New Orleans.
Writing “Respect for rights of others is Peace”.

Rolling all day, at night there is no release.
At night Juarez writes of Mexico’s dreams.
Slouching towards el DF is what rough beast?

Guerrero guerillas soon to be deceased.
Indian orphan lawyer to Governor.
Writing “Respect for rights of others is Peace”.

Rolling puros is no Creole feast.
Back when Mexico’s heart had less love in her.
Slouching towards el DF is what rough beast?

Rolling coronas until the day ceased.
By day his fingers roll puros robusta.
Writing “Respect for rights of others is Peace”.

Who wears the corona matters the least.
At night drafting the Plan of Ayutla.
Slouching towards el DF is what rough beast
Writing “Respect for rights of others is Peace”?

Very cool! Is there a Spanish version?