Thursday, November 04, 2004

Cry Africa

Tracers red, orange, white
Racing across the sky at night,
What are they firing at?

Boom, boom, boom
Shaking walls, trembling room
Thud, thud, thud
Splattering walls, feeble mud

Oh no, Here they go again!
Oh my God, it’s so insane.
Rat-a-tat, boom,
Soothsayers of doom.

Who, what, why,
Must these people die?
Splat, splat, splat,
Bullets and bones in deadly chat.

Evil afoot, stalks the night,
Dark brooding, primeval fright.
Hutu hatred , Tutsi might
How long still, must they fight?

Others forgive, better to live.
Than die, their blood to give,
Cannon fodder, human manure,
Flesh and dust, insecure.

Splat, splat. splat,
Boom, boom, boom,
Soothsayers of doom.

Be gone to your hovel,
Squirm and grovel,
Let daylight break,
Oh Saviour awake.

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