The Web Poetry Corner - James Bredin - Victims of UN conspiracy
Victims of UN conspiracy
This crisis is not the commies nor is it the UN itself,
It’s when some sour diehard dictator tries to assert himself,
At some summit conference in a Kyoto-like venue,
Manipulate the agenda and screw around with the menu.
Completely worked up and bent out of shape for foreign aid,
Threatening gestures in Johannesburg claiming slaves in their charade,
Extort and beg billions, an apology and much more aid,
Can’t promise to cut back numerous executions they’re afraid.
Then voted Libya as head of the Human Rights Commission,
A slap to the US face but no self-righteous admission,
Really wishy-washy about Saddam and his murderous crowd,
Indecisive, hesitant, but proud about delay allowed.
We have the UN votes, friends, loyalty but we can be bought,
And appointments to the International Criminal Court we got,
So send the money soon in Euros or US dollars in bags,
Wife wants to go shopping in Paris; she says she’s dressed in rags.