Port-au-Prince

They'll have some fun in the slum, son,
When the convoy with the food comes
If the gangs don't, and the trams run.
With the storm past and the mud dried,
And the sweet smell of plantains fried,
They will gather at the roadside
To have fun when their workdays are done.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-10-19 at 14:36

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