Friday, November 14, 2008
A poem on Globalisation:
Princess Diana was an English princess
with an Egyptian boyfriend
who crashed in a French tunnel,
driving a German car
with a Dutch engine,
driven by a Belgian who was drunk
on Scottish whisky,
followed closely by Italian paparazzi,
on Japanese motorcycles.
She was treated by an American doctor,
using Brazilian medicines.
This description is sent to you by an American Indian,
using Bill Gate's technology,
and you're probably reading this on your computer,
that uses Taiwanese chips,
and a Korean monitor,
assembled by Bangladeshi workers
in a Singapore plant,
transported by Indian lorry drivers,
unloaded by Sicilian longshoremen,
and trucked to you by Mexican immigrants.