Darfur

Why dies the blue sky red Hue of a deeper dissolution Falling from the face The puzzle of Africa Stains dry and brittle circle the dust Where withers a standing grain taunted eye of barren sticks To black and lifeless rage Oil oil oil black and lifless blood Why die to plant your sickel of sun In war the blood of children feed A pile of small hands and feet The surgeons knife and tyrants belly Why die civilised world With your blue sky That lies above the red machete Wasting the black hell of stenches An oil that fills your heart