Burma, and the rest of us

Burma, and the rest of us

Here we go again

contemplating

on what’s to be

done

about starvation

genocide

disease

dead end jobs

no jobs

lack of opportunity

lack of this

lack of that

in a world

peopled by six billion

but controlled, manipulated and

polluted by several thousand

greedy mutha fuckas

who continue to pacify us

with meaningless dialogue

between those who live on hills

with private roads

and nannies who tuck their

children in bed nightly

Here we go again

as the page turns

but the story sounds strikingly

familiar

the rich cash in

the poor bottom out

on promises always lurking

somewhere in the future

something is vilely wrong

when thousands of languages

pock marked around the

globe

have the same disgruntled

message

“We do not have enough…”

six billion with nothing to lose

but another day of hardship

versus a few charismatic crooks

who push misery as systematically

as they push laws

The victim wraps nightly

in a variety of flags

and national anthems

but the charismatic crook

skillfully tosses roses

over the carnage he leaves

in his wake

while six billion

in all of their brilliance

have not yet mastered

simple mathematics

(a call to the masses)