Children of Darfur

photo © 2008
Ibrahim Bigal Sarag
Sudan Tribune

By the side of the road,
shivering
the living children hide
and dream they hear
their mother's voice
from the empty place inside.

They cry, Oh, tell me
Is it you I'm waiting for?
And, our silent eyes
are silvering
the children of Darfur.

The hut built by their father's hand,
it smells of cinder now.
And the trucks that bring the angry men,
they are rumbling just below.

They cry, Oh, Tell me,
Is it you I'm waiting for?
And our silent mouths are silvering
the children of Darfur

© 2008 Carrie Ingrisano & Richard Fammerée/Nomadica Musica & Poetry, ASCAP