The war took my people to Khartuom
The war destroyed my people
The war destroyed their culture
The war destroyed their identity
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Souls cry justice, and more justice and more justice for the inflicted, for the homeless and hungry, for the forgotten ones, for the beautiful souls lying in ruins, Each tear is a pearl.
I cried and cried for my eyes wastes away, the dull future is written in their eye, each day live against hope hopen and hoping, darkness may dominate but sorely the light is slightly appearing