It turns to Ash

The day began with the sky on fire in mockery of how it would end,

The devil came today, burning villages and taking my friends,

Where he lit ablaze, no Arabs could be found,

Smoke filled my lungs and burned my throat as bodies hit the ground,

hot tears burned my eyes and trailed down my face,

My neighbor's hut reduced to ash, a village laid waste,

No country left to scream to for help to quench the fire's roar,

The devil came on horseback, not a soul was spared the gore,

The flames danced high and ate up everything it touched,

Black smoke seemed to eat the sky, and the heat made every face flushed

Atrocities committed, but not a story yet covered,

In the sea of people crying out amidst the flames of war, the village's cries were smothered,

Nobody heard them, the cries of the Fur, Masalit, and Zaghawa people,

But the losses were many, the cries were loud, and the destroyer's blows were lethal,

And when the fire's hunger was quenched and the devil was gone,

It all turned to ash, fire to dust, and dust into mourners' tears and wailing songs.