"to pull a branch of a tree" (a verse for Darfur)

I shed a tear today, for the children of Darfur
overcome by the images of starvation and broken souls
and bones of God's children taken down in cold blood
not given a chance to live life as they should.

I try to understand the pain etched in tears
dying at three....four......five and six years
the blood soaked hands from leaving loved ones behind
hangings on the violence and disease vine.

my brothers and sisters, you are my kin
displaced from your homes for the sake of cleansing?
walking down the long roads of uncertainty's time
nightly raids and separation from your bloodline

from your seed, taken! sent off to training sins
learning to savagely kill someone else's children
guns and ammunition replacing books and pencils
messages of death and hate are your eating utensils.

Arab and African dichotomy, how does this fit?
aren't these deviations from God's blueprint?
I know, I know, I shouldn't dare question Him
but I am begging, pleading, for some understanding.

I need the answers to this senseless killing
my hope in mankind is slowly lessening
from Imus, to Jena and this damned war
fighting for oil I hear, and what of weapons of mass destruction?

when the ills of Africa are killing my brethren
when the soil of Africa is slowly eroding
blackening, from bloodshed and senseless slashing
my brothers and sisters' spirit fading......fading......fading.

but still chanting those freedom songs, (Amalda!)

my children of Darfur I will cry with you
as blood red rivers run beyond a thousand miles continues
repatriation waits just around the corner mile
as mass graves give life to new soil....

from new soil births new beginnings
God's children fear not! for he is listening
And so am I, I will never stop praying
I must spread hope's message for a peaceful ending.