tana
filthy city
capital of nothing
that matters to the world.
rejected. forgotten. alone:
the outcast of the West
citizens root through the waste
of politicians’ ill-gotten gains
living on scraps angry,
yet smiling –
like an old lover in a dark room,
numbed to her abusive husband’s bruisings.
How much longer my love?
When will your vanilla fragrance fill the air afresh?
When will your beauty and fame set the nights alight?
When will you
start to live
anew?
This reminds me of places in Mexico and Central America that I have been. There are the beautiful, rich places and then there are the ones that break your heart.
ReplyDeleteHmm It may be a blessing to run out of embarrassing stories. The problem is they just keep coming! ...not real sure what to do about that.
This is my first visit to your blog. Will be visiting again:)
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