Think of the people who ruined this beautiful island

Think of the people who ruined this beautiful island

 

Think of cars and scooters belching toxins

 

                                           Most of who are not from this island

So unlike aborigines, their Native Americans

 

Think of a son and father pushing a wheelchair bound mother

Right toward me, wanting to sit but

warm shit on a bench I was to them

in their way, but they would stay

 

I have no sympathy for her

She let them be her creation

Think of them and choose to look at them

But leave and not learn from them

Choose to look away and dance to the music

 

3-15-13