Nepal

Nepal 
Kathmandu
a quaint, romantic name, 
had wanted to go there now it is a dream.
Nepal, this small mountain country
often used a golf ball between big countries
for purely selfish reasons.
Thousands of people killed and classical
palaces are reduced dust covering 
mountain tops 
as a fog of sadness  
Cry my lovely I can only offer you friendship.
But for the tourists who evacuated on 
Himalayas’ sacred top.
Filling valleys with empty cans of beef
 and used toilet paper flapping in the wind,
I have little empathy
rich tourists that had to bestride and befoul 
a holy mountain.

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