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Darfur,

I admit that my heart recoils

from the thought of your agony

as the hammering machine guns

yammer at your ebony

breast.



Darfur,

I am not equal to the task

of your impassioned soliloquy.



Darfur, I am pressed

hard to understand

why men molest

innocence

so violently.



Darfur, I confess–

I have watched you dying

silently.



Darfur, I would bless

you,

if only I knew

how.



Darfur,

I stand helpless,

naked before your indignation

now.



Darfur,

I have only my pen.



Let me wield it like a rapier,

set fire to this paper,



till the world in burning shreds

collapses on our heads



and we see your fate is ours

if we cannot change the course



of this world intent to maim

each man who’s not the "same"



in color and in creed.

And yet the blood you bleed,



as red as mine, demands

that we die holding hands.



O Darfur,

I’ll bleed too

when the ravenous jackals

are through

with you.