Analysis of SOILED

She walks as if every strength in her is spent,
When she visits the camp that soldiers dwell,
To remember many hands that violates her,
Is to die:
At dusk she strolls, and hopes with a longing for
Crumbs from the master's table that feeds her siblings;
Spoils, happy and praying for another day, that
Combatants will cast a piece to their dogs: but now
She is the piece of bread, ravages; hands plunges,
Into deep ravine, ravishes beauty of a virgin land,
They sense that its water is sweet,
New vine pollutes like spotless diamonds
From cradle to green meadows to dark huts;
On right side of moral virtue, a damsel strays,
With her enchanted beauty;
Where villains walks like vampires,
Here, blending of bravery and fear,
When infants are abused for cure of a virus,
Lost in claws of demons, crush on anvil,
Her dreams haunt her like a game,
Half dead, she remains a piece of bread
To satisfy soldier's incontinence, acts of genocide
Under sunny desert, the deal closes,
Roasts under Darfur's sun: the prize of war and oil?