Have I stayed here too long,
with so many reminders to see?
Of children walking the streets,
trapped in the confines of poverty.
Has my patience run its course,
being approached in a store?
For some kind of cash donation,
from a young child who is poor.
Where are the parents of these young ones,
who move from place-to-place in rags?
Are they doing their elders bidding,
pressured by constant threats and nags?
Some locals suggest it is a crime syndicate,
behind the pan handling by the young.
Keeping most of the money for themselves,
relegating the poor to the lowest rung.
Maybe my heart has become hardened,
overwhelmed by the rows of shacks and shanties,
While some children play in the garbage,
dressed only in t-shirts and under panties.
You can’t judge a people or a country,
by one group or inner-city location.
Yet, is it more than tourism,
for this seemingly poor nation?
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