It is so hard to write or post anything this week as the terrible building collapse in Savar and the terrible human tragedy, the people dead, still trapped, searching desperately for loved ones seem to fill everything. It is still too raw to be writable, but any other topic seems irrelevant in comparison. So I post a simple poem of protest at injustice and for now leave the journalists and photographers to to say what can be said at this time.

Can you not see?

Do you not see that there are changes ahead?

The smog is laden with dread  and the fish are all dead

Can you not feel that there is bad news to come?

There are kids on the run and the sound of a gun

Can you not sense that people don’t feel the same?

That it’s not just a shame where there’s no one to blame

Do you believe that you’ll be let off the hook?

There’s a child with a book, can you not read that look?

Do you not see that we must all raise our voice?

There is really no choice, got to challenge their noise

Can you not tell that it is time to speak out?

As the storm blows about, got to step out and shout

Can you not smell that there is filth in the air?

Big business won’t share, politicians don’t care

Do you not sense that it is time to think clear?

To consider what’s dear and to speak without fear

Do you believe that we make an impact?

If we all make a pact holding on to the facts

Will you be the change that you’re hoping to see?

just a drop in the sea is the start that we need