tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555516329392912719.post-14749019610069624732007-07-14T20:30:00.000Z2008-05-13T02:13:09.217Z2008-05-13T02:13:09.217ZOuagadougou, Ouagadougou, Ouagadougou<br />See a procession of young mothers chattering their way<br />From water fountains in grenade torn sandals<br />And blood laced bras <br /><br />Somalia, Somalia, Somalia<br />See the moon disappearing in a mass of gunsmoke<br />Guns splitting the stars from the skin of night <br /><br />Rwanda, Rwanda, Rwanda<br />This is a wound from which the pus of grief flows freely<br />Meandering through rockmasses into the valley that lost its freedom <br /><br />Timbuktu, Timbuktu, Timbuktu<br />I hear a rush of footsteps of sorrow<br />Rugged peasants carrying their compounds to far away valleys of flowers.Rob Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06507320627534702508email.rob.taylor@gmail.com