G8 poem

A small poem inspired by things happening today, but using no
networked technology for a change:


The men and women in important suits gather together today
the G8 supposedly the rulers of the world
silly people saying silly things and regretting them
in front of the cameras
Then waddling along to the next buffet.

How to avoid a nuclear standoff
between bush, blair and putin
and some imaginary future enemies?
How our illustrious leaders will
end world poverty again as usual
Wheeling out Bob and Bono.

France is back!
So says sarkozy
As if they'd ever been away
Now on his menu is the humanisation of globalisation
rather than hosing down scum from the suburbs.

Thankfully no-ones really listening
they're thinking about the England v Estonia match
About strangely hairless footballers
And if Michael Owen will snap in half.



Please feel free to change it/ add to it/ improve it in anyway you feel

cheers, Dave
http://davemiller.manme.org.uk/
http://davemiller.manme.org.uk/davemiller_art_blog/