Here the water is manipulated into streets.
The air is thick with humidity and greed.
Looking good is a price tag,
attached to a brand,
attached to a shirt,
attached to some manipulated or enhanced body part.
It becomes difficult to see if the advertisement and the person are apart.
Here all hope swings from a pole,
as less is more in lust tourism.
Where souls are lost in glazed eyes,
looking for the top of their gold prism.
Simple manners discarded,
as the consumerism saturates with the rising people tide.
Come see what?
Where all humanities worst traits come to hide?
Fermenting in bloated pride and selfishness,
Giving it the right environment to breed.
© Deon Heemskerk