Useless Money

  Useless Money I often get petitioning letters so many people trying to find a place to live and only receive a bitter refusal and see their children die of thirst and hunger. I wish to help them, but no money in the world is enough to stop this flood of humanity seeking a haven flotsam, the wreck of the unfortunate and we can do nothing but look another way. Overwhelmed by the misery I can do little about, but the woman from Myanmar who won a medal for her tenacity, choose not to speak. The friendly Buddhists are killing Muslims in their midst, they have become refugees; the woman from Myanmar is voiceless. She, the upper-class daughter of a Burmese general Who aristocratic behaviour impressed us deeply, But I ask why she is staying silent now.

 Myanmar


Half a million people thrown out of their country
the silence of our guilt is the weight of shadows
when we unforgiven do nothing to help the people.
To defend them with UN troops, or for that matter
give NATO, a none political role, to stop this inequity.
Myanmar is so far from Europe and the Rohingya
people so primitive and they have no famous writers.
We know nothing of their music, the weight of our
silence is darker than the night.

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