Clyde Gillett goes into the 'shadowz' of Belize City, comes back out and tells us what he saw: broken words of politicians manifested in ghetto expressions: poverty, hardship, unemployment and unabated wave of violent crimes by young people. Ather fight today, all jobs delayed, As the gravediggers seem to be the only ones doing okay. Page after page, poem after poem, you're bound to come across the things that make situation in the city the way they are. Not only politicians are at fault. The men and women on desperate quest for ecomic betterment abandoned families and children. These poems could make you cry with pity for the ugly things you find in a beautiful city.