written as if I were from Darfur and were present during the genocide
Paul White
Grade 12
Every day another problem and trouble
my people are crying river and dying
and living with fear
There's nobody that will
come to dry our river
But yet our river continues
to fill the Nile river
Our river is the only water
molecule that can commonly
be found in our land
We fear the Arab Africans
as even we fear our own god
We fear our next generation
might get destroyed and
go through the same struggle
as us
Living in our own land
is like living in hell
there's never a day I'd wake
up feeling happy, instead sad
there's never a day I'd wake and
find the camp quiet
as a ghost town
instead I find it as
a funeral service
It's hot and steamy
as an oven
the air is dried
death is no stranger
thousands die each day
malaria and diarrhea
course
through the camp
picking off the children first,
then the elderly
I am only seventeen
already experiencing death
as if I was at war
I am lucky to still be alive
to acknowledge you with my
life experience
But yet, every day another problem
and trouble
and death could knock at the
door for me today or tomorrow