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I wrote the poem after a visit to the Casbah in Algiers

Submitted:Mar 7, 2013    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   



We round a corner

and look down a web of dark alleys.

On either side old stone buildings stand

as they have for centuries.

Nothing has changed!

We are well-fed tourists

looking for the exotic.

We snap our pictures

of the dirty cobblestones,

and the dirty houses,

and the dirty children.

Our guide says,

"Don't touch the children.

They have lice."

We move on.

We have not touched the children,

and they have not touched us!



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