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
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