Darfur

If you should go there ask for old Amin Who shared with us the same belief of sin See if he will forgive us again coming late Here alien seeds were sown, he reaped the hate If you should go there in the scant of tent Where sallow skin is carved on children's bones See the drooping breast, flagged and penitent Muttering manic syllables in suffering's tones Pick up the trail of steel from rich shores sent The relic riffles, the fractured armament Of bullets and beliefs, the vain gospel of aid Seeking market structures in the masquerade If you go there where Amin in sand dunes Sleeps, pray for me, the sorrow of the ruins