Darfur Poem by Chelsey M. Smith

The deep brown eyes shine with tears as they look up at the moon
Hoping beyond hope that they will be saved soon
Across the sand the brown feet walk
The body that they carry to exhausted to even talk.
Away from the village attack these feet must flee
They walk on, waiting to find reprieve.
The bones stick out in the dry and haggard skin.
It does not seem as if the right side will ever win.
In the distance an all consuming fire burns
Taking with it another beloved town for which its inhabitants will always yearn.
Across the Savannah gunfire crackles so loud
How the Janjaweed have destroyed a race so proud.
AK-47’s and torches so violently bright
Are not supposed to be a natural part of the night.
AK-47’s and torches so violently bright
Are NOT supposed to be a natural part of the night.