Poem: Behold, the blizzard !

Ham's son confidently steers the UN
from behind a mahogany desk made in the Congo
In the Iraqi deserts, blizzards of smoke flare up
forcefully fusing with Iraqi blood and tears and screams.
Innocent children's uneven wailing
hapharzadly punctuate the sorry sight
of charred bodies, sprawled across Baghdad's clean streets.
Remind me bro Kofi, of this convention we had in Geneva
Otherwise let me eternally fumble for sanity
as my black brethren maim each other away from the spotlight.
And what of the fraternity of man
that Uncle Sam so often hollers about ?
Selective fraternity
progressively defining itself
amid the billowing smoke in the gulf
and hollow war cries from the ghosts in Rwanda
Why terrorise the terrorists........
Mama, do murderers go to heaven?
Who will decipher the distinction
between the scud and the sortie
Iraqi blood and American blood?
Senseless murder by men and machines?
Brethren,
Let's hastily search in the still smoking rubble
for the meaning of justice and terrorism and fraternity
lest another charred body sprawls across the pavement
to distract our noble task
Whether Saddam be devil or angel
do innocent Iraqis deserve
the demon-like camouflaged tanks
that spit death at night
in the name of peace?
Does anyone?
I go to sleep with a frozen wish
on ashen lips
for a tranquil dawn tomorrow
an abundance of peace and justice for all