Left With Tears To Quench Their Thirst

A barren land is thirsty for rain Its dry sands can’t yield any grain The ground printed with bare footmarks And a soldier boot prints in their tracks Famine was signalised by a beautiful sign The innocence of a bright and cloudless blue sky Under it they pray to the gods to make the clouds weep As their water wells ebb down into sips Tears fall more frequently than rain Sinking into the hot arid terrain The wind whistles by without moisture It blows past them carrying away their prayers They look to the skies for humanitarian manna To the same sky they look out and dread the gunners The land the poor till for survival Is the land on which the rich kill for minerals Women and their babies live their fighting men behind Asylum lies beyond the unknown borderlines Their land is just a name and memory, home is no more A place they came from, now in the claws of famine and war Dedication: To the struggle for peace in South Sudan