Fire continued
to blaze,
as houses burned
and our cattle were
driven away,
but we had no one
to hear our case.
We called and called,
but no one asked what
we were calling about.
We cried and cried,
but no one asked why
we were crying.
We talked and talked,
but no one asked what
we were saying.
God, it was you who
gave the Dinka the cow
and you gave the Arabs
their wealth in money.
The Arabs have consumed
their wealth,
and they have gone
to capture our herds.
And there is no one
to whom we can take our case:
Our cattle have been
captured,
Our children have
been captured
and our villages have
been burned down;
We are now clustering
under trees like birds.