Darfur, Polotics of Genocide

Dust dirt fear,
Women in bright clothing,
Wring their hands,
In despair,
Another night
When savage bodies,
Come in lust,
To thrust themselves,
Into soft, yielding
Unprotected flesh,
A young girl screams
In pain,
From destruction
Of innocence,
From despair,
Her womanhood
So brutally entered,
Then comes,
The thunder
Of roaring guns,
Is it shame
That causes these marauders
To kill not only innocence
But broken, used bodies.
No police, no soldier,
Comes to their aid
Only the bright sun
Delivers them
For a brief time
From the evil of the night,
To soon the dark returns,
As does the fear
As does the death,