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A Visit To Kibera

jumping across the sewage river,
I gazed at trees, all bare
Muddy shacks called houses
Painted by old plastic bags,
Pollution in the dirt
Shit on the pave, walk way.
Here is,
Where water is sold per drop
Electricity still a capitalist gain
Not a social utility
Here is
Where it snows trash,
Descending from city trucks.
Here is,
The bottom of the chain
Where children
Find dirt a toy,
And their only playground
A garbage field.

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Alicia Meyers 22 January 2012

A wonderful writer he is. He describes his writing perfectly and wonderfully. Keep on going, John. :)

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