The Land Of Creation Poem by DM W

You are indeed wise
To promote the best features
Of your brand;

As you invite us
To ride the vibe
Of fabled Tel Aviv.

I can smell the fragrance
Of your dreams and desires;
Where new fruits grow from disputed soil;

Where the stilted light
Casts no wild shadows
Upon your pristine streets;

Where the ragged strangers
Are hidden far away
From your gleaming facades;

Where the legacy is glorified
And the present airbrushed;

Where selective memory
Is always kept alive.

But I won't allow myself
To be distracted or bribed
By the souvenirs of your deceit.