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I was thirsty, so thirsty
And they came and dug a well, a water well.
I was overjoyed, so overjoyed.
My whole village was overjoyed!
Water! Imagine…no more carrying water
In jerry cans, so heavy, so heavy,
For kilometers of sandy paths under
The hot, hot sun.
I was sick, so sick.
My stomach hurt, my head hurt.
The fever burned and burned
My whole family was worried.
Help! My father brought me to a clinic.
The doctors were strange people from far, far away,
But they gave me medicine and I went home and felt
Better and better.
I was scared, so scared.
Men came rushing through on camels.
I was running, running.
My whole village was running.
Ratatat! Guns were firing.
Houses were burning, burning.
My village lay in ashes under
The hot, hot sun.
I was sad, so sad
They had killed and wounded so many.
I was afraid, so afraid.
My whole village was afraid!
Help! My own father was wounded.
Then I remembered, remembered
Those white doctors, the clinic…
Hope! Hope!
I walked and walked.
My father rode our donkey all the way.
There it is! There it is!
The clinic is here…help is here!
Why are the doors shut? Where are they?
The doctors are gone…gone.
I turn and lead the donkey with my father back home under
The hot, hot sun.
On March 5, 2009 many Humanitarian Aid Organizations covering approximately half the aid in Dar Fur were expelled from Sudan.
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