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Today our great globe glimpsed equality
with nary a soul who got more’n me.
All over planet, on water or land,
we all got twelve hours, give ourselves a hand.

Good old Quito sits on the equator
where sunrise/sunset barely do waiver.
Ev-e-ry morning of ev-e-ry day
from round six until six in sky sun plays.

But what about those above sixty-six?
Antarctic, Arctic, bipolar matrix?
Know those who live in the polar regions
equilibrium varies with season.

Reykjavik norte at seven-thirteen,
down sur Wellington 6:10 ends the dreams.
Twice a year equinox our planet sees,
equinox comes close to equality.

Sure, Reykjavik twelve, thirteen, thirty-three
as they warp into fall light is fading.
While Wellington’s light five seconds lacking?
New Zealand daylight September stacking.

There’s little on Earth that’s level or fair,
‘cept solstices Austria to Zaire,
sure there’s kids starving while others grow fat;
today light of heaven is equal stat.

Above equator, up here in the north,
summer is over we’ve autumn henceforth.
South of equator there’s three continents
who’s equinox’s vernal, their winter’s spent.

Eight billion of us all over the globe,
fear population’s full of xenophobes:
If we tilted the Earth scant score of degrees
at least with daylight have equality.

Today our great globe glimpsed equality
with nary a soul who got more’n me.
All over planet, on water or land,
all got twelve hours, give ourselves a hand.