Suddenly a baby cries Malnourished Maltreated And ravaged Men woman and children Hang by their Skin to Mirages the desert burns the skull of all reasons Storms that sweep Into their eyes Locks up Within corneas Daring death to open them Darfur has no word Darfur has no meaning Darfur has deaths The baby squeaks Because only He has the pride to Know When the Janjaweed Are coming Its time then The mirages are slashed open By flashing swords and Faceless marauders Screams will be a welcome whirlwind Chasing the sun again.
The Darfur Genocide is an ongoing conflict in the Darfur region of Western Sudan, mainly between the Janjaweed, a militia group recruited from local Arab tribes, and the non-Arab peoples of the region. The Sudanese government, while publicly denying that it supports the Janjaweed, is providing arms and assistance and has participated in joint attacks with the group. The conflict began in February 2003.
While a recent British Parliamentary Report estimates that over 300,000 people have already died [1], the United Nations estimates that 180,000 have died in the past eighteen months of the conflict [2]. More than 1.8 million people had been displaced from their homes. Two hundred thousand have fled to neighboring Chad.
