Shanty Town

Standing in this room,
looking across the rooftops,
even in the worst conditions,
people seem to thrive.
Here is where I write 'My visit in a shanty town'.

A month before, I saw doom -
in eyes reflecting withered crops.
Thinking for next year renditions,
thinking on how to stay alive.
Through these eyes I write down -

The story of those holding a broom,
standing at the back door with cops.
The story of those recovering from addictions,
starting to revive.
Here is where I write 'My visit in a shanty town'.

Through this town, kids play, "zoom!"
If they're lucky, grab some pops,
continuing on their way, friendly altercations.
Thinking of tomorrow, deviously contrive,
kings, wearing an invisible crown.

Through the gloom,
perseverance never stops,
in spite of many suns,
this shanty will always strive,
big harvests, rich and brown.