
Photo: Don't Shed No Tears by Denis Peterson
Ten thousand voices cry in the night
and find no comfort from the sound
Ten thousand more are hushed, beyond life's plight
and find communion in the ground
Ten thousands ways to explain the toll
but not one that reports the truth
Ten thousand grains that steam in a bowl
holds more value than that dark-faced youth
Ten thousand vile men do take their cut
from the little nations care to give
Ten thousand times we follow this rut
life drains as water though a sieve
The thousand dreams that see better days
we need to help the world turn right
Ten thousand boot-heals upon his neck
until al-Bashir ends this fight
Ten thousand days have that long passed by
without much in the way of peace
Ten thousand more allowed to slip through
before this violence starts to cease?
Ten thousand shames we have to bear
for this deafness that we've found
Ten thousand voices cry in the night
we've done nothing to ease its sound