In the dust of the Sahel, where the sun is dying,
Shadows loom, tearing hearts apart,
The arid earth cries, thirsting for peace,
While the echoes of cannons break the light.
Empty-eyed children, orphans of laughter,
Wander under the grey sky, between ruins and delirium,
Their dreams extinguished, drowned in gloom,
Where joys once danced, now sink.
Widows weep, their tears like rivers,
On the graves of loves lost in war,
Hunger is their companion, misery their cloak,
Their hopes are snatches, floating in the chaos.
Schools fall silent, knowledge dissolves,
In a barren landscape, where life becomes a blur,
Books fade, songs fade,
Under the perishing rubble of this world.
But in this desert, a glimmer persists,
A breath of hope that never resists,
Resilience blooms on the scorched earth,
A promise of peace, barely whispered.
A helping hand, solidarity, love,
The seeds of peace sown every day,
For children, widows and lost souls,
A future reborn, far from ashes and noise.
When war retreats, giving way to light,
Broken hearts will heal, and the earth will rise again,
In the reborn Sahel, life will resume its course.
A symphony of peace will mark the dawn of day.
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