christmas blues

mall safety in question. a three years old girl loses her balance, drops down four levels in a mall. she was "hanging out" with her family when she dropped through an opening near an escalator. media questions mall safety in full page editorials. nobody questioning good parenthood.


children playing on suburbian ghetto streets. got hit by cars speeding over 60 miles per hour on city streets. madia calling murder "accidents". drivers speeding over 60 miles per hour on city streets driving $100,000 SUV's getting away with murder.


children, beautiful with dark eyes. on slum street corners. searching for an open window through which the sun may shine one happy day. windows opening into humid lounges. where old scavengers search for their ridiculous destiny. a country where child pornography downloaded through the Internet ranks among the top five where Internet access per capita ranks among the lowest.


christmas blues. where illegal prostitution and $10,000 suits merge. where everyone has something to sell. where everyone craves for purchase. noone knows christmas. noone knows meanings. everything is about who, where, what.


christmas blues. long forgotten church ruins scattered along the city. where noone enters, prays or thinks about them. dwellers of long time now die in los angeles suburbs and return only for burial services. tens of people on the streets aimed for churces sunday mornings in a city of over fifteen million people. and everything that remains to be discussed or recognized is in the eyes of beholder. everything that remains is politics.

children. no schooling available. no family love available. only baren streets of slums to lighten the day. dirt toys, cement stones, iron sticks (reminders of abandoned development sites), and options to improve misery. christmas blues. all around me.