Postmodern Romanticism Poems

My sun arose over the whole earth
From oceans clouds to make to rain
My wind bringest the relief to drought
Each day, the sun and the oceans melt
Ah my sun, from my alikes so ashamed
Males compete after numbers as blinds
Females themselves into the powerful ones
Whose fault, who victimizes who, both's guilt
As far as conscious, as if playing roles in theatre
My day-time sun so hot, as night comes, it cools
The peak at early afternoon it eases the heat
As if the further it goes, the cooler it feels
Bodies core, as sun's, its pole likewise moves