Transmigration
In Kalma they have Kalashnikovs,
Russian toys for African children.
The Dajo, Fur, and Zaghawa
Who died as one family
At the end of Janjaweed pangas and guns,
Turn metal
Against each other
In the name of peace.
Those tribes who signed
The DPA, a pact for peace with Khartoum,
Have their homes burnt
In the camps, bullets lodged in their faces
By neighbors who think
Peace comes through pain.
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