A Cry from Pakistan (The Great Flood of 2010)

A Cry from Pakistan
(The Great Flood of 2010)

Restless Monsoon rains submerging
The Country under tawny floodwaters
Pakistan’s like a horde of wet flies—dying
From water-born diseases and cholera;
Corpses are increasing—scattering
Throughout this nuclear 3rd world country:
The same place where the world’s enemy number one!
Bin Laden is hiding, secure from harm
(I’ll bet he’s not under a tent—but dry and warm!)
Pakistan’s like a horde of wet worms—
Living under tent cities,
Their own country can’t find them, help them (?)
The United Nations, America can’t feed them all
Twenty-million people restless!
The fight, the delirious fight from beast to beast
—to not become part of the living-dead
Out of brutish necessity—suffering
Failing to keep pace, with the need for peace—
“The U.S. owes Pakistan, for helping them fight
Terrorism” a commentator of CNN says
(as if it was counter productive).
“Eat your nuclear weapons,” someone else exclaims!
“No,” says Pakistan “Feed us or we’ll use them!”

No: 2777 (8-19-2010)