'' Where We'll Require A Very Large Grave '' Poem by Bri Mar

The planet's in despair,
Sympathy is rare,
War's now our reason for living,
For human dignity we no longer care,
As a species we are so unforgiving.

The children lie dying,
Their parents are crying,
To give aid we put up resistance,
Their hopelessness we are just not buying,
Why won't we give them assistance?

We've created their mess,
Left them in distress,
All they can do now is pray,
From the basic facts we then digress,
We Say ‘'OOPS'' and just walk away.

They are war refugees,
Who can't do what they please,
Unlike those who started their war,
Being treated like an infectious disease,
Is something we should all abhor?

Their stomachs are churning,
Their homes are burning,
We watch as the people starve,
Our politicians say they're not for turning,
As their side of roast beef servants carve.

It leaves most aghast,
That lessons from our past,
Are buried and soon forgotten,
Their mistakes our leaders refuse to lambaste
To the core politicians are rotten.

‘' LEST WE FORGET ‘'
Is a saying we'll regret?
Unless these people we save,
We are playing a game of Russian roulette,

‘' Where We'll Require A Very Large Grave ‘'