The Happiness Report
from the pagan haven
of a guarded and gated
sunny seaside resort
from a block of concrete
upon a mangrove swamp
along a once pristine coast
Now a checkpoint
and a guard tower
across the lungs of nature
dying of tourist cancer
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four letter word
given a death sentence?
With loud voices
taking away choices
Sometimes too little?
Sometimes too much?
Such is life
in this world of strife
Where they’ll turn
into a frown
by hanging you
from the whipping post
known as Placebo Town
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From the front door
of Hotel Roma Sacre-Coeur
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Let me take you down . . .
’cause we’re going to Temple Nepal
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“The voice of your brother’s blood
Is crying to me from the ground.”
Artwork: David B. Redpath ©2019
When in Agra, perhaps on the way to
the Taj Mahal, drop in to Sheroes Hangout.
So much more than a Restaurant & Cafe.
Run for and by survivors of acid attack.
All women, overcoming the unspeakable.
“Now we are ready to fight back!”
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