See the car parks 
with their shiny new cars, 
next to the sparkling new sports arena 
and the smiling children, 
excited about the game to be seen. 
See the lovely girls 
with their perfect faces 
near the skyscraper buildings 
that pierce the sky. 
And how people pay so much 
for something to eat, 
in the expensive restaurants 
always so full. 
Look at the beautiful shops 
full of wonderful clothes 
and the children enjoying life 
down at the beach. 
But on the other side 
of the mountain 
a smile is hard to find, 
As people try to survive 
life in a shanty town. 
Children are wandering 
alone in the streets, 
sometimes with nothing 
on their feet. 
With sores that never heal 
and hair that's never clean 
abandoned and hoping to be pitied 
by the old lady 
who takes in children, 
on the other side of town. 
Life is very different 
on the other side of the mountain.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Thank you for reminding us. This is so true!