why cant the world help darfur


Darfur

under the weathered tree
i lie
my mother cuddles my dying sister
the flies are the only ones
who seem to be happy

i hear the cackles and the screams
of the devils on horsebacks
they make no more impact on us
what more can they do?

the truth i know not
who we are we know not
we are a people born to destruction

i stare at the skies they look so real
where is the real world

they say we have leaders
why do they do nothing?
what of Big Brother, has he abandoned us too?
are we not human beings?

I wish in my next life to be born as a bird
where i will feel none of these.

I stare at my sister
her gaze is fixed
Only then i realise
i have lost another sibling

my mother does not cry





Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
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Written on 2007-06-28 at 11:33

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penfold18
Excellent writing on an absolutely awful subject, this is so sad to read and very emotional, keep up the good work.
2007-07-21



A very good text. The last line is awesome.
I don't know why the world can't help Darfur. Sometimes, I think that the people who have the real power in this world must be made of some other stuff than regular human beings: something very hard and cold...
2007-06-28