poetry form

how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
did you ever see an alligator
i went up and down the streets
thou unrelenting past
out of the sparkling sea
afraid no more, i say
in halls of sleep you wandered by
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
night was black and drear
it was the autumn of the year
it tells of good old times