The Streets of France Ablaze -poem (political)

The streets are ablaze in France
with oil and the blood of citizens.
And no one seems to care,
in the midst of a war
-no one knows what for.
Hearts are filled with shame
Hatred in God's name
but as time passes, we forget the masses.

-And kick back, let loose!
Nothing affects US (land of the powerful)
Powerfully ignorant
of the world around us.
We're dancing, singing, and drinking away

Tragedy's great reason to distract,
make merry.
Complain about prices,
the daily rising
rate of oil.
The yearly rising
rate of deaths.
“BRING THE SOLDIERS HOME!”
You've heard that one before
Bumper-stickers, galore.
But without a plan, without 'the' man
to do the job -it's too late to be clean-

but a clean political snip -like cutting
political life-support-
is what we want
but this argument's so old, it's
become a haunt.

The streets of Paris are screaming.
suddenly, the little things big countries do
set a push to the domino-effect
we all come tumbling down.
The anger
the rage
of people mistreated
simple words twisted.
Did we really just
“miss” it?