I've been above Guatemala all this time,
above its crowds, above its crime,
protected in my hotel home,
its pulse and people still unknown
because I am above it.
Through tower windows, I look down
at the cluttered contrast of a town
of passion, poverty and pride,
high rise and hovel side by side,
but I am far above it.
I hope my time has not been spent
American and arrogant
condemning, or surprised anew
that others love their country too
because they're not above it.
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