April 1, 2016 by Peter Galen Massey
on the plundered earth / and the bones of slaves we build / our vacation homes
Posted in Haiku | Tagged haiku, Poems | 3 Comments
So much hidden poignancy.
I have to say, in Jamaica, it doesn’t feel hidden to me. The difference between the wealth of the tourists and the wealth of the citizens is so stark it takes an act of will to ignore it.
That is so true.
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So much hidden poignancy.
I have to say, in Jamaica, it doesn’t feel hidden to me. The difference between the wealth of the tourists and the wealth of the citizens is so stark it takes an act of will to ignore it.
That is so true.