A sea of people is overcrowding the displacement camp.
Today another village burns, while families are killed.
It’s not safe here because this camp has been attacked.
Where do we flee, or where do we hide?
A home would be nice…
A normal meal…
A normal life is just a dream…
Where is justice?
Why can’t there be peace?
My hope is for my people to be embraced for who they are.
I ask those who hear to light a candle; a guiding light to help us find our way.
We may never see the light of our hopes and dreams,
but we remember the memories of our blessings and gifts.
We are not part of this world anymore,
but we are thankful for this world in which we live.
Edward J Ebbs - 08/27/14
Written for a Contest, GENOCIDE: SPEAK FOR THE LOST
Darfur, Sudan
Yet again, there is a great deal of madness
As the entire world is filled with sadness
And men raise arms against each other
They fight as if they have no mother
Two hundred, thousand dead and the world stand still in silence
As Darfur is overwhelmed with blood and violence
Someone should take a stand
These people need a helping hand
The warring factions are seriously misled
They move around in circles as if energized by horror and more bloodshed
To kill and drink the blood of hate
As they hope to gain a better fate
The United Nations seem to have no power
But it is time to act within this hour
So that all nations great and small
Should answer to this most serious call
If people could see the future of this time
And is able to read each other's mind
Then the planet could see it's greatest calm
Or the Earth rebels and do us harm
William Morrissey 1/29/07
You want to die,
To lie,
Asleep for eternity,
When reality,
Seems like insanity,
Everyone murdered,
Even children,
All you know,
No survivors,
All seems hopeless,
When raped,
When tortured,
When murdered,
The planet promised no more,
Yet your hearts are on the floor,
The future seems grim,
Not a light,
In the blind sight,
Reaction,
Try action,
Give action,
For Darfur.
Desert sand, tan and wind rippled
Dry, desolate, drifting-dieties'
canvas evolving, serenity garden
Strife and soldiers, guerilla warfare
South of Egypt, West of the Red Sea
Land Cursed by God for whorng against
God with other gods. Descendants still
pay the sin price today.
Confussion, hate consumed
Evil conduct, evil rulers
Abuse and cripple the refugees
Mercy on the children, Succor
their hunger and thirst
Give the weak, strength and compassion
Deliver the wicked to your justice, Lord.
I read about this region today and descided to write a poem, the people are being abused
and raped. Pray for this people and area. this is north Africa.
If you should go there ask for old Amin
Who shared with us the same belief of sin
See if he will forgive us again coming late
Here alien seeds were sown, he reaped the hate
If you should go there in the scant of tent
Where sallow skin is carved on children's bones
See the drooping breast, flagged and penitent
Muttering manic syllables in suffering's tones
Pick up the trail of steel from rich shores sent
The relic riffles, the fractured armament
Of bullets and beliefs, the vain gospel of aid
Seeking market structures in the masquerade
If you go there where Amin in sand dunes
Sleeps, pray for me, the sorrow of the ruins
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
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
We are a great nation posted at different station.
Darfur is suffering , blood shed , struggling, famine, deprived and there are
empty Soul seeking a helping hand.
A helping hand captured from a seeking sand
Uplift your eyes and behold our freedom land
A great nation with an atmosphere of different culture
Rooted from there pilgrim band
the earth is now flooded with children in hunger
and there’s hope
In one heart that cares
One love to share
Needed for us to cope
There are no weakness without a helping hand
No burden to heavy without a lift
There are too many tears in the land
Which I can’t plant a flower
There are too many fears in the land
Which I can’t watered
We are a great nation a reflection of Christ like
An image created to be at service
Instead of peace there’s war
Instead of love there’s hate
Instead of joy there are sorrow
Instead of healing there’s disease
Be not Outcast my brother, be not outcast my sister and just
Drop one cents on the church basket lest another day a family in Darfur prepared
a casket.
written by Stanley Jean Jacques