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.
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