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A child no more
than thirteen, if she can
Sells her body to
an elderly man.
Such poverty and
paradise
Unfolds itself in
front of our eyes.
A water park of
slides and fun
Surrounded by
poor mans’ house in the sun.
Built together
with unsteady bricks
As we drink our
cocktail of heady sips.
And as we drive
‘cross Bulgarian land,
All the people’s
homes look so bland,
Remains of rule
of communism,
Must feel free
now out their prison.
But as we reach
the sun and sea
A different life
for you and me,
A cheaper holiday
in the sun
But at who’s
expense for our fun?
While we sit to
wine and dine
The gypsies no
nothing more than a life of crime.
So, blatant,
women of the night
You know this
country is far from right.
And as I swim in
Bulgarian sea
I’m oblivious to
the poverty
And as I lay on
their hot sand
I know not of the
desperate people of this land.
Linda Lawrence
9th
June 2006