Lives Shattered At The Hands of Man

The world in Sudan, a world we ignore, the cries of people that are ignored because they mean no value to our own lives. So we live. Live as we do. And they die. Die as they do. Live and die, the circle of ignorant bliss is a cruel cycle.

A gun barrel end hits against my spine

Its at a time like this, I feel so alone

Dirt covered bodies for no one to find

What they would do differently, if only they had known 

My tongue is cut, my arms are bound

Away from a cruel world that for me had no need

I dream of the days with my child in the grass, spin-spinning around

Now she and I are dying in a land of filth, hate, and greed

Young men with guns in their hands

Killing every man, destroying families, mothers in mid breast-feed

Raping twelve year old girls in refugee camps

The torture and demise, the world refuses to read

Over two million Black Africans systematically killed 

And the living with no place to call home

Amidst the chaos, they've lost their will

Starvation and disease for so long is all we've known

We see our lives shattered at the hands of man

The world doesnt care, they've forgotten about Sudan 

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

We care. Perhaps we are just filled with our needs,
or what we imagine to be our needs, preoccupation with
the present, the hear and now, it is so hard for us to see.
$4.00 gasoline, the cost of milk. Will you lose your house ?
Is your job secure ?
We have no excuse for not seeing, for not knowing, but the
physiology of our lives prevents us from seeing.
This was a well written, a dramatic story that helps us to see
beyond our immediate lives.
Thank you !
---- Eagle Cruagh