she stirred, the dirt was cold,
her clothes, long since shreds-
missing in action
the icy solid earth chilled more
than the missing heartbeat,
she normally slept beside
sometime, a moment or hours ago,
a young girl was silently whisked
from her side, by her hair,
-tomorrow and the next day
they will all disappear,
dying as lonely statistics,
a government, or lack thereof
will add a tally mark
under the graphic excuse;
'displaced'
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too many, and counting.
Author notes
http://www.wikipedia.com/Darfur_conflict
I also have the link to an online petition that can be signed anonymously, if anyone is interested, please ask.
The poem: The story of a young girl in what is called a 'prison camp', these prison camps are large land areas, usually with no buildings and possibly a few tents, the prisoners are girls aging from infancy to middle-age. In these prisons, girls are raped constantly and beat. If they 'hurt' any of the soldiers they are shot, if a girl tries to defend another girl, they are both shot, if they become pregnant, they are either shot, or allowed to have their baby, if the baby is a boy, it is kept if it is a girl it is usually tossed to a patch of dirt and left to die... However most pregnancies end before they are able to deliver due to starvation, bleeding, and disease.
In this poem, two young girls usually slept back to back, one girl is taken and murdered, but one by one they will all be. According to the Sudan government, they are not dead, or tragedies, they are merely 'displaced'
A contest entry
- Do They Know It's Christmas? by Viva La Vie Boheme.
450 points, ended December 29, 2006, 7 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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A very excellent write on a tragic subject. You have expressed your ideas quite well. Thanks for sharing this one with us. -
Excellent way to open people's eyes to the Horrors going on in Darfur. I give you much repect for that. People need to start living in ignorance and do something about it. Luckily, people are starting to inform others about the genocide. Great poem with a good meaning.
By the way, I have a group you might be interisted in joining - "Darfur Awarness". Check it out if you feel like it.
Great poem.
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thanks, i'll check it out sometime. -shirley-
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Why did we go after weapons of mass destruction...
... that did not even exist and our leaders knew that anyhow, when there's a messed up country that is doing this kind of terrible stuff???
You write it so well and I thank you for informing me. 
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*shrugs* As much as I dislike war, we can not very well pull out now... It has to be controlled, but oh how I wish we could. My boyfriend is volunteering for active duty in Iraq after the new year, and I may very well wring government necks in my dreams...
Your welcome dear, and thank you for commenting. love you -s-
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Damn that was fantastic. Seems we are all "in the mood" -
the truth at its finest, even in its darkest.
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thanks, its rough yet, and not my best.. the season is inspiring very 'moody' stuff. thanks. -s-
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GREAT!
Okay, this is on anon. I know that, but is this Shirley? I know you spoke of Darfur before and it sounds like you, if not I'm a bumbling idiot for you to ignore
Anyway, that's irrelevant This is a great poem, I really love it! I LOVE the part about "dying as lonely statistics" and I must say thanks for entering, this one helps a lot. OPEN YOUR EYES PEOPLE!!!
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lol, yep, you figured me out.
i was never good at being secretive. 
I know for real right! gosh, wake up world, anywho. I'll probably edit it some, this sounded choppy to me.. blah, thank you darling
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