Kikunga Poets Page
Oh Darfur
The pillage of murderous mercenaries continues to leave millions in destitute and displaced
The faceless Janjaweed are coming and killing indiscriminately with impunity and without a trace
The carnage can be seen through the smoke screen of all television sets across America
We watch with utter compassion but emotionally we are unmoved and cynical
We stay confined to our culture way of suggestive thinking
Ignorance is venomous and it murders the soul without the eyes blinking
I clamor and pray for God's indigenous people throughout my lonely nights
But they continue to perish without normalcy ever being in sight
The government is politicizing and grandstanding over its own isocracy
Many will never return home to their own life of civilized privacy
The crisis continues beyond what you and I could ever visualize
While pretentious hope is all that the media continues to publicize
Most turn a blind eye like the rise of the 3rd Reich when it was happening
I clutch my fist for revolution, but realize that I'm only panicking
The world is forever cold so the rain continues to fall on unjust
As we gloat in our materialistic ways of living, the murderous killings continues as such
Shameful I am but such peril should never exist amongst God's people
Divided we are but through God's eyes I know that we are equal
God shall never forgive us for such heinous acts of violence
The Antichrist never left this world, so forget about Christ coming back, that is a promise
Through his wicked ways, man has crippled his own soul
Vengeance and wrath is God's, we shall reap what we sow
Oh Darfur, I can hear the cries of little children crying from thousands miles away
The screaming in my mind's corridor will forever keep me awake
The evilness that lurks within men is hard to comprehend
Women are carried into the weep of the night, and never to be seen again
Their purity of innocence is devoid from sunup to sundown like never before
Raped and mutilated for many nights right down to the core
Daydreaming for an imminent end to this hellish nightmare, I can't take it anymore
So I blow out the nightly candle and seek refuge like the people of Darfur
The suffering is powerful, these written words could never alleviate their pain
For to live is Christ and to die is his gain…
Written by Kikunga