Today we drove to a posh enclave in Algarve
where the rich live sheltered behind tall walls,
pristine roads were empty not a speck of dust.
They came here to seek privacy not wanting to
see the everyday activities of ordinary people and
what they got is loneliness and despair behind
beautiful facades; everyone is a stranger, there
is no community in this disinfected hell-hole.
This is a striking place, has expensive golf courses,
a simple sport with a stick and a ball has become
the only interest for many who are dedicated to
what is the ultimate of infantile pastime. To keep
this place pristine there is a posse of uniformed
men, I think they are there as penitentiary guards.