Thursday, June 5, 2008

Round and round
So strong, and ready
To abuse it's power.

And they say nothing.

It hits hard
And many fall
Along with homes
And family.

And they still wont.

Many missing
More dead.
And those who survived
Starve as they plead.
But no,

They still shake their heads.

How can you watch them suffer?
Your people starve on a diet
Of force-fed pride.
You're killing them.

2 comments:

Brass Baboon said...

I am unsure of what this is about.

But

I do so like the poetry of this.

Scratch said...

Burma.