So don’t get involved if you can’t dance.
Never cease to watch your back,
The janjaweed are coming to kill
The crops and rape the community.
Bastard orphans will roam the streets
As families are broken and redefined
Based on loyalties and who can keep
Their head down the lowest.
Look to the border if you make one false move.
They are always watching.
They know all you do.
Your ancestors will be told the pettiest
Of misdeeds, regulating you to death.
Don’t try to grow your own food,
You’re not to have a will.
Don’t think to travel by night,
You’ll keep record of your every step.
This is not your land,
But make yourself at home.