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.