Bosnia Deja Vu (poem)

(I first wrote the following poem in anger at then new neoliberal president Bill Clinton's reneging on his promise to intervene in the Balkans to stop the mass murder, rape, and plunder of the Muslims in Bosnia.  I am posting it today on the first anniversary of the uprising in Syria in protest against the world's abandonment of the Syrian people to Assad's machine of murder, rape, and plunder while dithering among themselves.)

BOSNIA

nero sits

in his white house

eating big macs

and playing the sax

while adolf

in munich

dances a jig

rachel stands alone

forsaken

by the world

weeping

for her children

like an audience

at the coliseum

watching gladiators fight

the world waits

for her children to die

with pilate

we wash our hands

proclaiming

our innocence

jesus

wearing his tefllin

hangs naked

on the cross

besides kitty's grave

a six-pointed yellow star

tattooed to his breast