The blood-soaked soil of Myanmar once again cries out to an indifferent world. Dozens dead in a rebel village, slaughtered by a blast that the junta will undoubtedly blame on insurgents. The UK, ever the moral crusader, demands UN accountability.
But what does accountability mean when the Security Council is paralysed by vetoes and geopolitical games? We have seen this play before. It is the Fall of Rome reimagined: barbarians at the gates, but this time the barbarians hold the power.
The international community wrings its hands, issues statements, and moves on. We pretend that bombing villages is an aberration, not a strategy. But history teaches us that when empires decay, they lash out.
The junta is not unique; it is a symptom. The real question: will we treat the symptom or the sickness? The dead do not care for our debates.
They only care for silence. And silence is what they get.
