Here is my best effort for now; I may come back and fix this up at some point.
What remains when everything
is subtracted from a place
with nothing left to give?
A deceptive paradise;
pristine beaches embracing
shantytowns and starving people
praying for a ray of light.
Now all the poor have left
is hope; blind, yet determined;
groping, but tenacious;
stumbling, but stoic.
Pain-filled eyes lift up to the sky,
waiting for what horror might happen next.
Parched mouths open, gladly taking water
as they wait for medicine, bandages, food.
Slowly, a beleaguered people
find their way out of the rubble
of their past lives, seeking
for a new and better way.
After all, it cannot possibly
get any worse,