There was, in that desert,
A little tourist town
With few people in it
Who weren’t tourists passing,
And the developers,
And the corporations,
And hedge fund investors,
Surrounded that small town
And went round it and built
Necklaces of hotel
Chains strangling the locals’
Ability to stay.
And there was found in town
A poor hermit who hid
His sayings in the walls,
The sayings that could save
The town if they had strength,
But sayings have no strength
Of their own, and no one
Remembers the hermit.
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