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Rivers are Full, by Amos Aguny KurDarfur is just the latest episode in a series of genocidal campaigns by the Sudanese Government. Amos Kur fled Sudan when he was nine, escaping the genocidal onslaught from the Government against black pastoralist tribes in the south of the country. Read more AND Act! 

Rivers are full
with our bodies.
Yet the World has not discovered it.

The land is white,
with our bones.
Yet the World has not seen it.

Our flesh is the food
of the birds
of prey, and wild animals.
Yet the World doesn’t know it.

Our blood forms streams
that flow like streams
of water.
Yet the World keeps her eyes away from it.

We cry.
We scream.
Yet the World has not heard our Voices.

Our Mothers are Fourth Citizens
in the Country
that they have created.
Yet there are no Women’s Rights.

The Children of Sudan
beaten, and worse.
There are no protections for them.

The price of a human being that God created
not to be sold
brings three times the price of a goat.
Yet slavery has been abolished.

The oil that God has blessed us to have
turns as a great Enemy
toward our lives.
Even our Government turns out the villagers.

Westerners brought our grandparents
Christian beliefs. Now our beliefs are attacked
with guns.
Yet the West does not defend us.

Curable diseases
claim 100,000 lives.
Yet our Country could buy medicine.

Hunger starves big numbers
of young and old
every year.
Yet our Country has fertile land
and water to grow enough food for all.

The Freedom
that God has given
to all living creatures
is denied to us.

One thing I know:
the World has forgotten us

but God has not, has not forgotten
has not abandoned us.
We need
to be free
like the rest of the World.
We need
the Rights of our Mothers to appear
like the morning star.
We need
the streams of blood
to stop, to dry up.
We need
the long, long tears
to be wiped from our eyes.
We need
to worship
what we believe
as we want.
Agany Kur, Lost Boy Dallas, TX © 2003 Amos Kur lives in Dallas, Texas among that group of young Sudanese men known to many as “Lost Boys of Sudan.” In 1987 the Sudanese Government began a genocidal war against the black pastoralist tribes in the south of Sudan. Amos was nine years old when he joined other little boys fleeing across southern Sudan toward refuge, first to Ethiopia and then to desolate northern Kenya. He came of age at Kakuma, the U.N. refugee camp where he was to live until January 2001 when he first came to Dallas from Africa. He lives today with other Lost Boys in North Dallas, and he is employed at Home Depot. Downloaded from and do follow the dialogue at Retributions :Silence is Golden. Not & do watch his follow-up post.

Ryuchi Sakamoto’s Sheltering sky….both earth and sky have been standing deaf and mute witnesses to many a tale unwound in the space! I pray silently for that morning to arrive when a child runs out freely to play with the breeze, to stumble upon a stone and to mull over his bruises, as his mother reaches out to him with a breast of comfort. …