RUF, the RUF,
hide in grass huts from the RUF.
Burn the houses,

rape the women,
kill the children or enslave them.
Years in a mine with no concept of time,

digging shiny rocks from the bloodstained earth.
Shot in the leg, not in the head,
on escape from this demonic trend.


No one left, there's no left, no one to stand against the RUF.


Helpless and trapped,
praying for death.
Take me where my children have gone.

The west in blind, content and sublime.
Fueling the fire with storybook love.
No one is watching, no one is coming.

All I ask for is a swift end.

No one left, there's no left, no one to stand against the RUF.


Wear your rings, unaware that they've cost 100 hands.