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A Girl From Darfur

I can show you where the brimstone sun has no remorse, and where devils on horseback, have burned our homes, have pillaged our farms. A killing spree, the drum of guns, some tried to flee, but died,... each one. The screams, I dream! Oh, the cries........the cries....... I try to mute the sound of them For..., I was there, I hid in fear, was somehow spared, but now I look for something, ...something, ...something, here, ...someone to care. A bit of food, a bit of shade, such bitter taste is in my mouth A world of hate. To have no shoes,...a walking ghost..... a blistered soul, I have no hope.... but nothing, nothing left. My eyes are blurred, and fires burn, a heavy world, shouts out despair. Where are the flowers that used to bloom, where are voices, that once I knew? There are no flowers here...just flies, in waist-deep dust, and a hot orange sun, that coughs up sounds of fear and guns, and swords and words against my ears, I live in fear with no one here. I'm just a girl, or at least I was.... for just a while. I was defiled, when found by one He spared my life, but did not see, I'd rather die than be this girl, who feels the shame in being free. I once had a mother, I once had a father, I once had a brother who made me smile Where did spirits, lift and go, when the devils on horseback came to kill? Spilling blood as if for fun? For thrill? For what? Where were the Gods? Where are the ones who turn their heads? In desert's dust with blood red crust. They poisoned our wells, burned out our land, ravished and raped, and relished their brand......, nomads came, leaving shame, evil and horror came like rain. Janjaweed, the name, I cannot say... I live with shame, a world, insane I try to sleep, but I cannot........I can't forget and I am lost, the cost too much, a swollen tongue and calloused feet, across a land of bleached white bones Alone, alone,....lost and done...a vanished heart......no one sees me There are no flowers, there are no trees, Famine as my lone companion, a pool of mud a home to stay, Life drains out more every day, my belly swells....my eyes are parched, and I can't tell if I'm alive, or if I'm dead, dried up tears are what I shed.... Where are the flowers for my head? I've been scorned, all I have, and all I see is wind and rain, sorrow and pain thorns, and dust, and a grave, that waits for me __________________________________________________ 8/28/2014 Devils on Horseback – The Darfur genocide (ongoing) The Janjaweed (translated, devils on horseback) slaughter and rape the women, men and children of Darfur. As of today, 480,000 people have been “exterminated” and 2.8 million displaced. Let's not turn our heads away from this, or from other atrocities being committed throughout the world.

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Date: 11/11/2014 7:18:00 PM
Excellent work. Congrad's Light & Love
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Date: 11/10/2014 7:40:00 PM
7+Fav.I can only join the chorus, Amazing!
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Date: 11/10/2014 5:20:00 PM
wow.. This was amazing Carrie congrats on your win cory
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Date: 11/10/2014 4:14:00 PM
Carrie, all I can say is your poem is absolutely amazing and haunting...yes, beyond superb. A heartfelt congratulations to you for your First Place Win. Fav, Sandra
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Date: 11/10/2014 10:47:00 AM
Carrie this is beyond superb. Congratulations on your first place win. God Bless your poetic heart. Fav
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Date: 11/10/2014 9:06:00 AM
Awesome write, congrats on he win, carrie
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Date: 8/29/2014 12:16:00 AM
Carrie, great write, read it twice.....Seren
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Date: 8/28/2014 7:10:00 PM
Carrie, this is so compelling, well written with a haunting beauty. It is hard to make myself look at this subject and write as you have. There is a typo you might want to correct in the sixth line from the bottom. Famine. It will be hard to beat this write.
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Carrie Richards
Date: 8/28/2014 7:31:00 PM
Thank you, Faye, for the spell-check..I missed seeing that one. :) Yes......I agree.....writing a poem like this is not easy, not my usual choice of subjects, one that is too horrific and terrible to even imagine.......but upon reading more information, somehow this first person dialog just came out of nowhere. The world out there is often too harsh and too cruel to fathom. :(
Date: 8/28/2014 6:08:00 PM
Frightening and horrific. It's hard to believe in this time the world and it people are still butchered, and raped with abandon. The only justice for these barbarians is hell. Thanks Carrie for continuing to shed light on these atrocities. Jim
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