A father toiling beneath a sky of gruesome darkness Merciless sun on his back, a storm in his heart. A mother burying her child with dignified acquiescence, Body too beat-down to spare more than a single tear. A child marching with a village song in his heart Cold comfort found in a loaded carbine on his back. A country raped, blood seeping from her every pore, A land at war, a land of dearth, a people dying to survive....