Falevas Lost
Faleva houses dappled paint skin buried in bush pockets friends for twenty years leaning drunkenly, shoulders rubbing, rubbish skipping happily past, Mates sheltering the disenfranchised home for the poor, erratic power toxic water. Trapped in the corner surrounded by politics and rich people power decisions. The bulldozer chuckles forward teeth glinting Scars rusty flexing bully muscles, Carving swathes of pain through the falvela, Crushing hopes nightmares breaking bones. Either take our money and run or pay the price, of our batons riot police advancing, Pay the price of our Olympic dreams.