They stole the children
and invaded our dreams,
turned a green vale into wasteland.
Brooks of blood ran slowly
in a white landscape
where we walked on crushed skulls
to a lake now a rotten pool
infested by immoral calls for vengeance.
Thirsty prisoners, in cages,
rattled bars begged for water,
but guards lost in concealed terror, laughed
and refused them any.
Dust blew as the sun shone mercilessly
on a landscape that had lost its will to survive.