The famine feasts with lack of rain,
…And eats the starving mass –
The refugees with bags of pain,
…Their stomachs shards of glass.
Their sockets sink; their bellies swell;
…They stare with listless eyes,
Like dead men walking in a hell,
…Zombies before each dies.
Who cares for Ethiopia?
…The little children die
As NATO planes pound Libya
…‘Cause there our int’rests lie.
United Nations is a flop,
…Just old men moving slow,
Mired in molasses; just a prop,
…A sound and circus show.
The leaders meet to talk a bit;
…They break to drink and dine;
The fine cuisine of greatest chefs,
…The most expensive wine.
And on the shoulders of the men
…In capital or hall,
The specters sit as citizens,
…The legacy of all.
As thin as plastic wrap can cling,
…Skin shrinks against the skull;
The wraiths watch food the waiters bring
…With eyes both dead and dull.
Flies on their lips, deep in death’s cave,
…They lisp while on those tours:
Your actions drive us to the grave;
…We’ll ride with you to yours.
© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.