A rivulet of fetid water
Winds its way through
Garbage-choked dirt alleys
Walled in by smoke-filled
Tin shacks crowded to bursting.
What remains after
Everything was sucked out
By self-important predators
Whose lust for money greatly
Exceeded all other impulses.
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