on darfur/sudan

I wrote a poem or song for Sudan last spring and recently found it in my songwriting notebook during my period of purging. there was some good elements to it. so i edited and here is the new version:

what happened to yesterday
we're somewhere between sleep and awake
tell me what happened to her to the land of the sand
but no such luck, she's lost in sudan
and she's marching to where none return

i closed my eyes, i made a wish for her and blew my candles out
that she may enjoy cake of her own, and friends milling about
i wished her many birthday gifts, but time in unfair and fast
she never knew which day would be her last
that she would be marching to where none return

next day the soldiers came and took them all away
forced the town to get up and march for miles and mile a day
she held her head high, there were tears in her eyes
for gone are her friends, and gone are their smiles
for no laughter dwells where none return

tell me, where is her birthday cake
and where is she, if you can
somewhere 'twix sleeping and awake
but no, she's lost in darfur, deep in the heart of sudan

killings every day, can you see the slain?
the girl is dying, cna you feel her pain?
the piles of bodies, can you smell them burn?
who knew that sudan would become a place from where none return