Under thick, hazy, dry white burning sun,
The white sand scours,
Stinging, baking, scraping into red peeling skin of hours
Our daughters and sons.
In the shallow sparkling sea,
Away from the deep our children in glee,
Treading the visible and invisible,
Ignorance and hypocrisy!
We celebrate, swim and play,
Holding our noses above the surface despair,
Naive to and denying,
Our unseen disrepair.
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