Unknown Poem by Paul Warner

Rats run across the floor,
Khmer music resounds,
the smiles flow free,
with echoes that cannot be heard.

Fat boy, fed by parents,
that bloat him out of proportion.
seventy percent starve, subsist,
yet the West feeds them in ignorance.

Why do you do this?
Black Lexus, look after my friends.
'The poor people always poor,
cannot save them'.

Makes me want to vomit.
These are your people,
why torment them?
One day the fire will ignite,
uncontrollably, rage out of control.

What can I say,
just observation of,
a looming black cloud,
maybe I be in the middle of it.
Who knows?