warm breezes move the palms to dance
flowers luxuriant color the world
and a brilliant sun
cloaked in startling blue
makes the waves sparkle joyfully
it is paradise
yet scattered along the streets
like so much debris
are people
stooped over, surrounded by bags
lying on sidewalks
passed out on the grass
some still hanging on to dignity
others bent by the weight of poverty
seem to have shrunken within their clothing
dead eyes stare up
what have we done with these
infinitely precious souls?
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