Janjaweed

janjaweed in suits they were
roiling the tongues within their heads, tissues
drenched with pure poisons,

vitriol, those who would skin the very flesh
of a family, to tan it under the hot sun, on the sidewalk
after the elapsing of twenty days

to pack up their meagre belongings, the
spit-stained cloth, papers bundled
with twine,

poisoners of well water with their
inky lies, the sneers of their faces, complacent-fat,
tubs of butter in two-large suits and gator shoes,
turning the very milk in the cow sour

slink back, you creatures, into your
saracen tents, your bland brick buildings--
you shan't stain your blades today