Mireille Lang: Darfur

Myreille Matsika-Lang


by Mireille Lang


Africa my beloved,

Who will heal your wounds,

If not for the tears of Darfur

Ignored genocide, forgotten genocide

Hardly recognize

Did your weapons grow silent ?


Darfur, your name like a murmur resounds

Lost in the brouhaha of indifference

The endless dance of debates,

Declamations and  questions

Whilst on you, with certitude

 Darkness falls

Darfur of your lovely name, death only echoes.


About the writer

Myreille Lang was born in Congo -Brazzaville and grew up in France where she graduated university with a degree in translation. She subsequently moved to the United States where she lived for 20 years before to immigrating to Canada in 2013.  She now works at YMCA-YWCA of the National Capital Region as an Information and Referral specialist for the Newcomer Information Centre. She enjoys literature, international political and social affairs and likes to dabble in poetry.

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