Sudan woman crawling to her dead
3 minutes later.
I want to know if she loved.
I want to know her name.
I want to know if she played
when she was young
with a doll and other kids.
Maybe she laughed.
Maybe she cared
Had talents
beyond imagination
maybe.
I want to know how she
called herself.
I want to see her face.
Look into her eyes.
I want to know of what she dreamed
before the famine came
and dehumanized her.
Can we call her by her name?
Can we call her?
Can we?
