'' The Civilised One '' Poem by Bri Mar

Another year passes,
The fighting rages,
As death amasses,
No-one engages.

As people are butchered,
We turn away,
As their wounds are sutured,
We ignore the affray.

The innocents cry,
But we refuse to hear,
Their lives we deny,
As we just disappear.

In his ivory tower,
He barks out orders,
The ultimate power,
Ignores others borders.

Bombing and shooting,
Are reserved for others,
The killing and looting,
The facts he smothers.

Though we say it's obscene,
We watch from the side,
We do not intervene,
It's better to hide.

The United Nations,
Sit back and ponder,
They're but poor relations,
As peace they squander.

The intelligent Human?
Is ready and willing,
Be it man or woman,
They revel in killing.

The rules of war?
Made by the dense,
We should all abhor,
They don't make any sense.

Chemical or gun?
Both kill and maim,
You choose which one,
As death is their aim.

The, we are superior?
Sees genocide as fun,
Their motives are ulterior,
Ask,

‘' The Civilised One ‘'