Why?
Diamonds scattered among blades of green grass in the early morn,
Golden banners stretched across the evening sky--
When You spread such amazing riches here among us,
Why must we lust after the gems and minerals of the Congo,
Bathing its peoples in blood
Expelling its residents into nearby camps and
Creating a diaspora in far away lands?
How long, O Lord, will you hold back your hand of judgement from us?
On Refugees
On Gold and Diamonds in the Congo
