The royal palms <br />In their chosen places <br />Sway their brownish grey fronds <br />In the wind <br />The wind drums and <br />They do their royal dances <br />In the royal places <br />And all the pigeons <br />Coo in the palms. <br /> <br />There's a dividing line <br />And the other side <br />With rusty roofs <br />Is a slum <br />Where humid air <br />Hangs over a squalour <br />And all the vultures <br />Loiter on the top <br />Of brown roofs.<br /><br />Tony Adah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-places-2/
