Sun In The Night Poem by George Samuel

The flames rattle in a violent raid
On Niger branches perches no bird
When the eastern chanting came
Singing songs of anarchy
Over our fortress forest
Of our hiding holes and nest
Our infants flee
Southward and the flame
Takes them young and free
Except we take the blame
Niger shall have blood flow
Blood that has made us one
Has mingled in the violent war
And burnt the bridges when we were gone
Casting from the flying vultures
Health hazard flames
To ruin our independent structure
O Lord we must take the blame
For the sun is risen at night
And the river flows pure blood
Yet we cannot fight
Gazing up to the cloud