"La Directeur" By T.S Eliot - English Translation

I was reading a book of poems by T.S Eliot and came across the poem "La Directeur" a poem written in French, and, out of curiosity, decided to translate it into English.
Having finished my translation, I decided to post it here.
Why?
"If you build it they will come...by that I mean accidentally find your link on google" (That's how the line was scripted, but the last part was edited out after filming, true story.)
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                                                                  The Director 

                                                    by

                                                   T.S Eliot 

                                                                         (translated into English.)

                                                                          The Director

 Misfortune at 

The unhappy Thames

That beats its breast

So near (to the) audience

The Director

The Conservative

The audience 

Smells of the breeze

The Shareholders

Reactionaries

The audience 

The Conservative

 Arm on arm

        Makes rounds

   No wolf

         In a sewer

    A small girl

   In rags

   Comrade

    The Director

        The audience

            The conservative

                 And craving love.

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If you find any errors, please tell me in the comments.