Darkness at Noon
Darkness at Noon
The world dreamed new dreams,
Coming home to roast,
At the time of the millennium,
A witness to decades and centuries gone,
Singing of conflicts and wars,
Slaughtering millions for power,
Games played at capitalist-communist-pools
Eating beef at the table of expediency
The third world powered at the imperialist whims,
Enslaved, colonized, raped, and deprived
And the race for power and wealth,
The sons of Ram and Ishmael are grass trodden
By a bull in a tango dwelling for control,
The G8 bullies
America in the lead
In these auspicious V I.P meetings
Curved out Ham's dominion
And rally against Ishmael's kin
For gem, oil, and religion
They send thunder our way
Things fall asunder
And life is no longer at ease.
The Caribbean, the Americas, Middle East, Asia
They are not aware of Africa
Lies littered with human flames
The white-human skeleton littered jungles,
The testimony of white-engineered-wars
Speaking of despicable G8 war-machine gun,
Rwanda, Burundi, Congo, Sierra-Leone,
Mozambique,
Angola, Somali and Sudan bear the brunt of capitalist-gone,
Here they speak of enormous museums
Ghost hostels, witch caves
Harboring bitter, sad and shocking memories
Of senseless and meaningless wars
That massacred the innocent, women and children
Museums, white museums of skulls,
Angola
Twelve million citizens,
Twelve million mines,
Finds no match the world over
Price of amputees and deformed shattered lives
All for diamonds
Poor Angola
Somali
Bones of Ishmael
Paying with innocent blood
For being Muslims
For texture, color and hair
Sorry Fruitland, sorry brothers.
Rwanda
Rich and beautiful
Mindful of your forest nearer to your gods never to your hearts
Fertile and beautiful
You played for being two brothers
Hutu and tots!
And refusing buffoon control
Fight now dear ones, fight on
Fight on to be your natural rights,
Sierra Leone
Diamond your curse
Demagogues your bladder
Fighting for rule
Amputees, sankho
Pole Sierra,
God heareth you
Sudan
21 years beaten up
A play ground of the giants
America, south, north
Diamonded-freedom-feudalism
Atheism, Christianity, Islamic,
Oil-greenspace
Oh, black Sudanese
Never give up; never give up!
Dig in, fight on
Though there be darkness at noon
You'll win at noon
And kiss the south
That day cometh soon.
Freedom cometh soon.
Abanaba Congo
Abantu ba zairwa
Oh, beautiful Congo
The great forest, great rivers
Great music and great people
The beauty of Africa
Wealth your course
Convergent of alien's boots
The target of envious guns.
Big guns, big violence
Individuals, companies, states,
Wrestling, raping, struggling Congo.
Take heart Congo
Freedom cometh soon
And your music will be home
The land of "Dom bolo."
You will sing lullabies not dirges
Abantu ba zairwa
Take heart, Congo.
-Elizabeth Awel Garang Looch
