Wednesday, February 25, 2004

Cry Africa

Tracers red, orange, white,
Racing across the sky at night,
What are they firing at?

Boom, boom, boom,
Shaking walls, trembling room,
Thud, thud, thud,
Splattering walls, feeble mud.

Oh no, Here they go again!
Oh my God, it’s so insane.
Rat-a-tat, boom,
Soothsayers of doom.

Who, what, why,
Must these people die?
Splat, splat, splat,
Bullets to bones in deadly chat.

Evil afoot, stalks the night,
Dark brooding, primeval fright.
Hutu hatred , Tutsi might,
How long still, must they fight?

Others forgive, better to live.
Than die, their blood to give,
Cannon fodder, human manure,
Flesh and dust, insecure.

Splat, splat. splat,
Boom, boom, boom,
Soothsayers of doom.

Be gone to your hovel,
Squirm and grovel,
Daylight break,
Saviour awake.

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