He Doesn't Exist

Walking by a road
In a land of tourists
Something I saw
that was unbelievable.
Every where you look
You could see shops
filled with luxury goods
there were shopping malls.
All along the street
Men and women in robes dominated
Big limos and cars parked everywhere
Was the scene here.
Theaters and glass buildings
Touching skies there stood
Street lamps and light glowed
as brightly as they could.
And among this crowd of well-dressed people
They was an odd one out
At the corner most he sat
He couldn't be seen
It looked like he didn't exist.