The war took my people to Khartuom br The war destroyed my people br The war destroyed their culture br The war destroyed their identity br The war lost their values and ethics br br My people in Khartoum br They walk barefoot br They beg on the streets br They sleep on street br They sleep in open air br They sleep under unfinished skyscrapers br They’re chased anytime under skyscrapers br They sleep in tents of cardboards br They sleep in tents of sisal and nylon sacks br They eat leftovers from Northern dining tables br The children scavenged in dust pin br br My tears drop, dropp ….dropp hundred br Times for their suffering br My mouth jeers, jeers ….