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Monday, October 02, 2006

Darfur Down

My Endgame in Darfur post the other week generated quite of few comments on Renegade Eye's blog - some negative, some positive. One of the 'comments' is this poem, Darfur Down, by the man behind the blog, Poetic Justice - Dont burn the flag. Wash it!



Darfur Down


The plains are quiet under the forlorn Sudan
The people wilt like flowers planted beneath the sand
From rape and murder and starvation

Of unfed mouths
Unfed hope
Love
Care
Humanity

Consumed by the Janjaweed
Ravaged by the Baggara
Descendents of grand tribes
Lost

And moving

Down
Roving the sands
And hopeless sun
Stopping only to
Plant gardens

Down
Push the black seed

Down
Into the empty guts
Of Darfur

Down
Again
Darfur

Down

The hunters raid
The rapists thieve
The murderers slay
Lacerating fatality

Down
Upon the child’s teeth

Down
Upon the mother’s bones

Down
Upon the father’s strapped back
Trickling

Down
Oozing

Down
A growing lossInfection
The seeds of genocide
Blooming

Down
Flowering

Down
The zenith of rot
Rising down
Now a wailing
Weeping
Desperate
Sobbing
Fearful
Bawling
Hopeless
Howling

O! Baggara!
O! Janjaweed!
O! America!
O! World!

Tempests of butchery
And burials

Burials don’t rise

Burials don’t sprout up like flowers

Blooming to fragrant air

Burials grow
Down
Descending

Down
Into the dark

Seeking
The deep fetid dwelling
Of hopelessness

Of greed

Of starvation

Of shrieking hell

Of the decomposing stench
Heaving Heaving Heaving
Down Down Down
Swelling upon the child’s lips

Down
Across the mother’s breasts

Down
Through the father’s hands

Down
Over the nation’s love

Down
Upon the world’s hope

Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
Down
-Stop-

© mrp / thepoetryman

  • Reproduced with permission