Let us

Weep, weep our hearts out
As the numbers and statistics
Keep coming like the tears unstoppable
Let us weep, weep our hearts out...

After all they are just the numbers...
Numbers of the dead
Dead by innumerous means
Like the opportunities this country has to offer.
Numbers of the hungry
As they wail like the highway
When run over by our luxuries this country has to offer.

After all they are just numbers...
Numbers lined up at the burial ground they live in
What they call it their homeland in its eerie silence
As silent as our indifference to the suffering that unfolds.
Spilled out like the bullets dropping
From the arms of the arms traders and economic hitmen
Entrapped in their games like we are in the daily play

After all...they are just numbers
Numbers that keep piling
Only to become a reference
Of our eventual helpless impotence...

Let us weep, weep one last time
One last time...

Yoga
11/14/2011

PS:- Bertrand Russell wrote, “The mark of a truly civilized human being is the ability to read a column of numbers and then weep,”