Last night I walked amongst
your corpses -
a sad monument to your country's
ideals,
littering the ground like a million
slaughtered cows.
Your women were raped, made to
feel ashamed,
your children starved, shot, or
burned to death.
You ran, but what more could
you do?
The United Nations, activists,
your government
all failed you,
failed
to end the killings.
Author notes
Written about a dream I had in which I was walking through Darfur, Sudan.
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Comments
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So sadly true. Nice to see someone who cares about it, and to be honest I've never seen anybody put it into poetry before.
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wow
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Very nice. Well done.
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