Can you hear the Creole chatter and incessant honk of horns?

Can you smell the raw meat and burning trash?

Can you feel the dust on your face?

Can you feel the beggar's tap on the hand?

Can you wonder where all these people are going?

Can you see the incredibly hard lives?

Can you see the naked children that run around--no longer invisible to you?

Can you feel the heat of the sun on the top of your head?

Can you feel the contrast of personal wealth to the poverty around you?

Can you feel pridefully patriotic knowing how blessed you are to be an American?

Can you wonder why you were not born here?

Can you find yourself praying for every set of eyes you connect with?

Can you?

Can you?

Can you?