What is real

Vertical glass walls that pierce the sky

Well tended gardens and pets cared for

Or traffic that moves in pristine lanes

With red tail lights and blazing head ends

Or the ogling ogre’s with moneyed eyes

Arrogantly floating, in snazzy malls

Or what’s crawling under the surface

In tin shanties or rotting in a mess

Of garbage mixing with more garbage

That never ever stops

Coming in

Or those in far off unseen lands

Where hunger or anger

They feel all the time

Or the smog that lifts, for a few pics

As celebrity shutterbugs, flash their lights