Just a Number

She lay in the dust, frightened and bleedin'

Under her mother, now dead and unheedin'

Killed by brave soldiers, hyped on blood-lust

Called Freedom Fighters,  slaughter's a must

Hears their laughter as the find another

Prays its not her little brother

At last the sounds are fadin' away

As the brave men swagger off to another day

She stands in the dust, bewildered and hurt

Surrounded by death, blood, smoke and dirt

What to do? Where to now?

Go to the Mission? But how?

This tiny figure so thin and so frail

Startys to walk the long dusty trail

Hunger and thirst is now the nightmare

But there's nothing, the land is bare

She reaches the Mission, barely alive

Hundreds of others tryin' to survive

Stands in the queue, sun beatin' down

Eyes start swimmin', sinks to the ground

Others step over her, avertin' their eyes

Tryin' to care for their own babies' cries

Her eyes glaze over, takes her last breath

Just one more soul for the Angel of Death

"Father, here's another, she has no name"

"Give her a number, they all look the same,

We'll bury her tomorrow, with all the others"

Nobody cares.....No-one bothers

Three million men, women and children were slaughtered in Cambodia..Another 1 million in JUST ONE YEAR in Rowanda...And now its happenin' in Darfu

  And the Civilised(??) World just looked away

           Surely the madness HAS to stop

..Drifter

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