Sudan

The hammer
hammer hammer,
of money
money money,

hits the distant
hills of Sudan,
and ecohes down
the empty wadies
as people turn
& listen, thinking
if there is thunder
surely soon
there will be
the sound of rain.

Slowly they starve
hearing nothing
but our distant
cash machines
drumming,

the hammer
hammer hammer,
of money
money money.



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