I am the Sudan Revolution

There are bodies in the river Nile
Twisted and frayed like rotten rugged ropes
Tainting her water with bitter bile
Floating ashore like tomorrow's lost hopes

There are mothers at their children's graves
shattered and grieved by bullets biting bone
Mourning their homes now turned in to caves 
Lending their hearts to those who died unknown

There are voices whipped into silence
Forgotten and lost their stories remain 
Screaming out to end the violence
Begging the world lest their lives be in vain

There are bodies in the river Nile
Stripped and bloated and incredibly vile
And as I search amongst this here pile
I sincerely hope not to see your smile.