In Panama, where peace was my quest,
In suburbs, I hoped for quiet rest.
But alas, a supermarket grand,
Expensive and loud, my peace was canned.

To the beaches of Panama City, I strayed,
A dumpster of trash on the coasts displayed.
No serene waves, just a rubbish sea,
Disappointment washed over me.

On the Caribbean coast, seafood delight,
But closures due to protests, a sorry sight.
Restaurants shuttered, no shrimp or fish,
Protest aftermath was my culinary wish.