Darfur
Gazing regretfully on years gone by
They stumble across searching for a place to call home
Their lanky necks sending out murky tune.
Mutilated men in ominous attire!
Lonely hearts littering the street
Gray tears falling from the eyes of young ones
Death has found delight in your land
Writing poetry with the blood of your children
Oh Darfur!
Now the mud is prince
Your flowers grow lice
Your fingers wriggle among carcass
like maggots in pomegranates
See your children flapping like Bats of no dwelling
Though peace is thy neighbour
Unending rage of war owns your heart
You old ploughman!
Trading the souls of your children for a piece of worthless candy
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