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when the bad, bad men came calling
their machetes became wings with sharp blades
visiting the villages
no inanimate object nor animated being was safe
in the path of what seemed like their tireless
rage
destruction was their objectives aim
yet even in the ten years since
the world still insists to forget
those clearly heinous deeds of such distrust
and hate
while the people afflicted
long remember with rust in their eyes
(rust = the teaRs and dUST that is Africa)
from old tears that just wont abate
the killings continue on
while the murderers remain hidden in debate
the children live in the shadows of the crushing
violence
cowering in the many lean-to's of chaos
all around their young wearily bent heads
so very heavy still are their young memories
bitter cuts in the flesh of their minds
that never really heal
they only remain red and angry
bleeding mentally inward
just waiting, almost flinching from
the salt that will be poured upon them
when the bad, bad men return
again and yet again
never stopping
until all darkness of their flesh in Africa
and every last trace of wide eyed innocence
in their lovely eyes is extinguished
from world view and world memory
bludgeoned and butchered slowly away,
starved and denied
hacked beyond description
terrorized and buried or burned alive
by hatred's very own kin
sadly and more sadly enough
Darfur now is feeling the angry
whip of such relentless Rwandan wind...........
(written Jan 10, 2005 710 am)