There’s this village
Where peace has been pulled apart
And the government has sworn to repair it

There’s this village
Where there is no war or the smell of it
But soldiers are positioned at alert

There’s this village
Where fathers fall silent and prostrate
Like lizards at the cough of gunshots

There’s this village
Where mothers run up and down and naked
Mouthing hex on politicians and peace keepers
 
There’s this village
Where boys are collected and whipped like cows
And girls are swooped upon as delicious meals

There’s this village
Where the stink of ganja shivers in the air
And the outpost reeks of spilled beer and semen

There’s this village
Where politics and oil have turned the land to shards
And the outside world strolls on.