Dubai. <br /> <br />Dubai, the shiny city amongst sand dunes, is built by migrant workers <br />and their blood. Yes, in this unparalleled luxury, hotel staffs smile like <br />bright buttons...or else. Your discontent may cost them their job, <br />suicide amongst migrant workers goes unreported; so guests can sleep <br />in peace in their gilded beds. Should you ever go to Dubai, remember <br />it will drown in the sand, when the economic forces move elsewhere. <br />And this hubris on parched soil will be an historic interlude. <br />The wind in the night will murmur about untold suffering and the soul <br />of the disposed shall whisper words for no one ears and the wailing of <br /> the conceited haves shall be goats bleat when sacrificed on the altar <br />of time without end. For this is the universal law, those you enslaved <br />will arise and possess you.<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dubai-3/
