Creating a perfect world.
Intentionally left off the bus
routes
There are no sidewalks to reach
The white city.
Only the carred, with their
magic flying
Machines, can ascend its
heights.
A coffee shop, the meat market,
the Cinépolis
They even had Justin Bieber play
a show
A church at the end of the
street.
Cameras keeping you safe.
There are men with shotguns at
the gate.
Down the hill in the ravine is
La Limonada
Gangs with knives and pistols
and machetes
Decide who enters
Families of seven sleep on dirt
floors and
Use old signage for two walls
and roofing.
The meat market would refer to the sex trade.
The river is a garbage-strewn public sewage drain.
The screen shows people smiling,
families walking in walled-off parks
Sitting on the steps, business-people
with Starbucks who never have to leave
Their castle in the foamed
clouds.
Creating a perfect world.
For anybody who has the money,
And can shut their eyes to sleep.
