Azam’s poem uncovers corruption in Cop28’s climate funding deal—blood money—exposing banks, leaders, and nations that profit from the crisis—exclusively for Different truths.
$400 million bowled in Blood Money After decades of bleeding, the needy Not enough to lick the spit Damn, they don't have the grit To walk the walk But throw a fistful and talk Headlines yell that poor countries are winners Nah, not them; the winners are the sinners Yet, the grand-standing end-users Are the leaders with grubby paws Of the recipient countries, howling and drowning With offshore accounts fattening and growling And the dodgy banks offshore Real owners of grants galore With blow-dried hair, high-tech pimps On filling their coffers, they do not skimp The spidery network of a money bed Semantic altruism on its head They process grants and own the companies Which get development contracts for their cronies Bribe the crooks running their countries Who pocketed smoothly all these monies Which find their way back off-shore Lying in wait for their overthrow Lean, hungry and villainous Casius’ eyes are so jealous Yet somewhere, sometimes a hand-pump awaits For the end user, the trickle of Blood Money’s fate.
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Gill,
I never knew that you are a poet too.
It’s a nice poem.