Cyclone Nargis

On Burmese shores the aftermath still shows,
'midst accusations of the inhumane,
In Irawaddy delta, ruled by woes,
The Burmese Junta gives in with disdain,
And finally accepts care for the pain,
Of all its starving citizens who wait,
For food to come so they can eat again,
Too weary and unfortunate of late,
To take into their hands the matter of their fate.

The vote on which the Junta were hell-bent,
They carried out despite the nation's plight,
And claim they passed by ninety-two percent,
"Democratized" their governmental right,
And now they have "the people's" gathered might,
Or so they'll claim, when foreigners look in,
To criticize this or the other wight,
For something they perceive to be a sin,
And as before, the government, not people, win.