Guardians at the United Nations

Guardians at the United Nations

By

James Bredin

Two rows of shiny medals with colored ribbons galore,
Gold braid cap, sashes and sun glasses, hard to ignore,
Surrounded by bunches of bodyguards all big and strong,
In case they meet someone and they don’t get along.

Are there members of the General Assembly here?
Those who strut their stuff on the UN stage without fear,
They want global taxation in the form of Kyoto deal,
Money from developed countries so they don’t have to steal.

Or maybe a standing UN army ready at their beck and call,
Within forty eight hours in case of a putsch or a brawl,
Don’t want peacekeeping types guarding a food train,
Better shooting and killing types where no one can complain.

Stop bothersome tribes from wanting independence,
Stop democracy and ensure their total dependence,
Then declare peace as they bury all the dead,
Or push undesirables back into the jungle instead.

Sunday, June 18, 2006