For Darfur : Tears of Darfur : by Mahnaz Badihian

O tired land

O depressed sky of Darfur

O plain of no breath

You are bleeding from all corners

Of your dreams

The bosom of your land

Weeps the bitterness of blood



O tearful Darfur,

Can your hungry hands

One day cultivate those

Dry, sad roots, left from

The countless bones

Of your children

Can your simple dreams

Of having a

Loaf of bread and a roof above

Come through?



Maybe,

Maybe one day

Those broken wings

Will heal

With the caressing hands

Of peace



We the people of the world

With our tearful eyes

Waiting on the day that

Acacias will bloom

On the lands where

The dream of innocence pours

On these hopeless days






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