rivers of blood

rivers of blood
in the land of minerals
where the footsteps of the tribal wars once emerged
continue to flow in darkness across the mountains
where the bullets played silly games
in the hands of man fighting for the unknown
as they continue to wait for month end
while the benefactors of war continue to smile
as their body rolls on the paper wealth
the joy in private moments
in shining grounds
the value for money seen by blind souls
as they continue to ignore
the rotten conflict that steals from many
the disappearing of those chasing change
as the poor continue to bleed for a little cents
communities awaits
lies reach boiling point
as conferences and commissions
yet nothing meaningful
and tears continue to flow
on the faces of those swimming in their sweat
the confusion goes on
mountains hungry lions
continue to enjoy the jungle of empty hopes
as the nation forget the past
the dead fade away
the judge will be lost in space.