Decade of Bullets

Decade of Bullets Ouagadougou, Ouagadougou, Ouagadougou See a procession of young mothers chattering their way From water fountains in grenade torn sandals And blood laced bras Somalia, Somalia, Somalia See the moon disappearing in a mass of gun smoke Guns splitting the stars from the skin of night Rwanda, Rwanda, Rwanda This is a wound from which the pus of grief flows freely Meandering through rock masses into the valley that lost its freedom Timbuktu, Timbuktu, Timbuktu I hear a rush of footsteps of sorrow Rugged peasants carrying their compounds to far away valleys of flowers