The Lost Ideal.


Like dolls, children’s faces
Pale as death;
carried by chorus of lament
to their graves.

Malevolent whispering,
brother against brother
poverty and utter
desperation

This hell hole, an open sewer,
created by people with long
experience in
cynical shrewdness.

They are in full control,
A moving wall stealing land,
uprooting biblical olive trees;
the warden is corrupt,

A Dorian Grey who will one
day look into his
soul’s mirror… fall to earth
and despair