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To The Janjaweed by Tanure Ojaide
May the fire you spread gleefully this way scorch you and your family at the other end
may your patrons in government corridors become dead vultures to the entire world
may the horses you ride to sack villages throw you into vainglorious days
may the identity you hide now in scarves be stripped by the Maker when you need cover
may those you chase out of life in these raids turn round to pursue you out of the next life
may you have sway of night your haunt and day reduce you to the lowest vermin
may you escape justice of Khartoum’s courts and be condemned forever in a higher trial
may those you kill to seize their property deny you the ultimate refuge of peace
may djinns you invoke in your despoliation testify against you in the final judgment
may you be victim of your blood thirst and wander without relief from paradise
may the fire seeds you sow in Darfur
consume you and your damned bands. . .
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