Beyond the purple sea, shreds of flags portraying legitimacy and illegitimacy shroud crude boxes hosting remnants of death. The lacerated skies bear the burden of hosting murderers and their weapons, pausing at irregular intervals to console the sand dunes, bruised and stained with bodies and blood. International justice fabricates and multiplies the mystery of death, violates a colour spectrum of skin, and fails to differentiate between acts of terrorism by defining death under a warped mandate of protection. There is a necessity to combat the exploitation of the continent however, need is rendered a victim of its own ephemeral survival. Genocide combined with the hypocrisy of humanitarian aid rain down on populations whose existence is vilifed and nullified through exalting the tainted hues of white.