Originally published: 26th May 2020
Photo by Patricia Ann Radice
This Poem was placed 1st in the "ALL YOURS (April 15)" Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand (Judged 13th May 2021)
a mass of wires criss-crossed the sky and hung across the road as car horns - stuck on 'play repeat' blared out where tourists strode. there were happy, smiling faces advertising private care but beneath those giant hoardings lay indigence everywhere. we were watching 'non-stop TV' through the window of our bus but we couldn't change the channel as Old Delhi streamed past us. then our tour guide switched the picture to a world of corporate smiles and our hotel was all marble and the lobby stretched for miles.
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