Tin Cups And Shacks

Garth Rakumakoe

So cooling, they say

is the water from a tin cup

on a rickety stool

under a tree shade

And so homely

is the cleanliness

of organized squalor

 

They compliment, so good

the food they ate

with their hands

amid the abject absence

of flushing lavatories

 

Such is the perceived charm

of poverty

when merely visited

with promises 

of a better life

  • Author: Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 10th, 2024 07:36
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Comments3

  • 2781

    Covetousness, the destruction of all.

  • sorenbarrett

    Well put I have tried all and would have to agree. The tin cup with a little rum. lemon and sugar makes it even better. This poem takes me to another place and since it moves me emotionally I consider it art.

    • Garth Rakumakoe

      Much gratitude. Peace and blessings to you. 🙏🏼❣️

    • Doggerel Dave

      Poverty porn tourism?



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