A
people passed
From
these guys to
Those
guys
Millions
marauded-
Persons-
I
don’t mean the
Billions
in
Whose
currency again?
All
I do is flip through the channels
Of
carousel scenes of chaos
A
life plucked from a plane
By
the force of desperation
Dropping
onto tarmac
A
thousand feet below
For
all of us to see
How
naked of dignity
In
life and
In
death
An
entire people can be.
And
what to us?
Popcorn
spectacle
Watercooler
talking point
Third
world "hell-hole"
After
"hell-hole"
These
are the others
We
could never know
Hidden
in our 'sights'
Living
in the shadow
While
the one's we all appoint
To
run these world affairs
Couldn't
really give a damn
Don't
really even care.
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