The Global Village Poem by DM W

'Things go better with Coca Cola! '
So say the vivid, beaming billboards.
That overlook pyramids of crap.
Families are squeezed into make shift shelters.
While keen consumers discard the old ways
And cling to modern, alien gods.
The ravens of commerce mock frail doves.
Flowers for the West; ghettoes for the East.

Black, skeletal dogs chew at nothing
While the streets are ruled by drug barons.
Nobody listens; no one comprehends
As shiny gadgets continue to sell.
Toothpaste commercials of pure whiteness
Still weave their seductive illusions.
While real hunger doesn't murmur but screams.
Flowers for the West; ghettoes for the East.