POEM "FUCKING BOSNIA"

FUCKING BOSNIA

The wind she blows
It rains, it snows
The snot drips off your FUCKING nose
Fucking Bosnia

Here the UN has free movement
But at the Checkpoint there is a gent
Who’ll send you back to from where you’re sent
Fucking Bosnia

The kids here are hungry and cold
The belligerents are strong and bold
I think the farm has been sold
Fucking Bosnia

See this hat it is so blue
The bad guys, they like it too
As they put a bullet clean through
Fucking Bosnia

The roads here aren’t very kind
The truth is they are mined
It’s enough to lose your fucking mind
Fucking Bosnia



We came for 6 months even
But we stayed near seven
And buddy this ain’t no heaven
Fucking Bosnia

The seats are cold
The movies are old
The fucking beer is controlled
Fucking Bosnia

There is a place called Checkpoint Charlie
But there you won’t find Bob Marley
Tooling down Pacman on his Harley
Fucking Bosnia

Try as I can, try as I might
I can’t forget the active sight
Where boredom stalks you day and night
Fucking Bosnia

Fucking father and son and mother
Used to love like a brother
Now they’re shooting at each other
Fucking Bosnia

Visoko is the place to go
With kids running to and fro
And balls of snow they will throw
Fucking Bosnia

Charlie Victor 4, it has no luck
As you walk in the muck
But Louis knows it’s best to duck
Fucking Bosnia

Charlie Victor 1 is the place to be
With lots of sight to see
Hey isn’t that a new RPG
Fucking Bosnia

The big 4 kitchen, oh what a smell
It is the scent we know so well
What’s on my plate, it’s hard to tell
Fucking Bosnia

There it is, the Crystal Palace
Which breeds contempt and oh such malice
Bend right over and accept their phallus
Fucking Bosnia

Left – right – left in front of the man
Break a record, that’s his plan
What we need is a bigger can
Fucking Bosnia

Jabones, they love to yell and shout
You need an interpreter to sort it out
Can we have one? I fucking doubt
Fucking Bosnia

Let’s patrol the confrontations line
Here’s a hill up we climb
I think I’ve broke my fucking spine
Fucking Bosnia

I’m off to see my favorite Ho
At Sierra One it’s the Serbski show
Hey don’t shoot we’re going to go
Fucking Bosnia


POEM "WHO TO HELP"

This is the society that can get together to help a small island in the Caribbean.
This Islands government is corrupt, they have been for decades.
We should have forced out their government 15 years ago,
To improve the common folk’s quality of life, before their hope fades.

Sure we cry and sure we weep when Mother Nature brings down their homes
The pure, the innocent are the ones that suffer.
The average Port o Prince shack can not stand up to the average quake.
The rich and their powerful country villas still stand and conquer.

20,000 are dead! What a catastrophe! Now it has been upped to 150,000 dead.
Most well governed countries in the area could handle such a disaster.
But better to err in the direction of more world wide aid than in common sense.
When it comes to numbers, this ruling class knows when to call for more aid faster.

And among the dead include the very people that came to this place to make a difference.
They are among the best of the best of the citizens of our countries.
They believe they can make a difference, with money and medicines.
They are young and have no concept of world affairs and monitories.

What is the difference between poor Afghanis and poor Haiti’s?
Poor Haiti’s have been blessed the untouchable merciful poor,
While the folks of Khandahar province will be bombed when Taliban come near.
It’s enough to make the old women of Kurdistan swear.

They are different – they are the same; these stories of despair,
Corrupt government, poor folks, and criminal gangs,
One folk has felt the wrath of the most powerful man on Earth,
And one has felt the wrath of the most powerful woman on Earth.

Always it has been, and always it will be,
The poorer of one country will pay the ultimate price for the poorest of another country,
Can’t we just give those guns and ammo to those citizens to confront their foe?
Can’t we get away with a cheaper war?

Where will it end this senseless folly?
Will we have to kill this entire terroristic anomaly?
In twenty years will we have a free Afghanistan?
With a strong economy, army and equality?

This I don’t know,
Who can really?
Escape now; or lose another hundred and end up in the same.
It makes me sad; it makes me mad at this game.


Of all my ranting and all my points of view,
That is just what they are.
I hope for a peaceful world,
And that makes me care.