World Wide Citizens Of Darfur Poem by Pasquale DiMeola

They are staggling in the dust-storm
As hatred wields its sword
Groping scathe to a distorted form
Of a peaceful vanished lord

Stamped non-belivers or infidels
By those who rule to judge
Torching synagogues and old church bells
Smouldering with a grudge

In the holy name of all breathing
Content to look away
From the animosity seething
At your doorstep one day

False sanctuary from the lion
With horseblinders on the face
Lends tunnel vision to all dying
In this precious human race.