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Rio

Crystal skyscrapers gleaming in the light

Technology around me like a plague spreading fast

Christ the Redeemer’s duty solely to unite

Poverty unseen like a memory of the past

As I meander through the city of deception

Filled with the last vestiges of grace

I heed the conflicting exhibition

And the hints of abundant disgrace

Across from the glamorous and mighty city

I roam through the neglected favelas

Brimming with disarray and graffiti

Sadness engulfs the town forever

Despite our contrast and prestige

We are all victims of pain

We are all victims of injustice

We are all victims of death