Blue, Bright, and Beautiful oceans
The sun burns your back,
Palm tree’s sway back and forth,
Mopeds exceed the speed limit,
Cars, and vans are packed with people,
Like a piggy bank is packed with coins,
It’s a poor country
Water is scarce,
Bathing isn’t an option
People live in shacks,
Living with 5 to 15 people
Per 1 room house,
The rivers are polluted
And they kill for fun,
There isn’t indoor plumbing,
Children are covered in dirt,
There isn’t enough food,
People die of normal sicknesses,
Their medical knowledge is limited,
Some try to help,
But they can only make a dent,
In a huge problem,
It seems like most don’t care.
Or they are unaware.
It seems like such a beautiful place,
But when you look deeper it’s a mess,
You can’t judge a book by its cover.