Sudan is fleeing,
From the web of cruelty,
Beasts eclipse humans.
The world talks of lifting you
sending hands and prayers
but you don’t need saving
you need someone to tell the truth.
The rivers remember every broken promise
the soil remembers the blood and tears
the children don’t cry for aid
they cry to be seen, to be heard.
Stop painting hope with other people’s hands
stop speaking words you don’t feel
South Sudan doesn’t need rescuing
it needs honesty, raw and unafraid.
Let your voices rise
let the lies fall away
let the story be told as it is
and maybe then the healing can begin.
People have water
In the Sudan?
And oil and fire and tarnish
Miscible treasury
As in Thousand Oaks California
I for one cannot reach my Sudanese Archway
Without war mongering fear hate teaching itself
The touched parts of myself for one day
Not allowed the oasis of bathing
Without city council
Economic freedom votes
Tens of millions of Sudanese Americans
Have the identical rainfall amounts
I have a gripe of French soaps
kevin 29m
Governor Newsom
Governor Newsom
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Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
What truly is power
Is it control or the silence that follows it?
Is it born from bullets and broken promises
Or from the love we dismiss as weakness?
Can power ever be shared
like bread split between hungry Sudanese hands
as if leadership were a meal
the poor can taste in equal halves?
Or is power what poisons the soil
the reason Sudanese children sleep in graves
instead of schools
the reason Sudanese mothers run carrying loss?
Power has become a cruel currency
bought with lives and traded in blood.
But perhaps the truth is this
power without love is nothing but war.
in southern Sudan,
the traditional hut house
deep regard, hut off
The warring Generals of Sudan
Yesterday, they were friends,
Sharing the cake of power together.
“This kind of friendship never ends”
One corpse did whisper.
Today they fight over the cake of power.
Where has their love gone this hour?
Two guns lock horns,
And civilians suffer.
Our piece of peace has torn.
Guns ring the bell
Of peace. We march to hell.
Generals,
Of wars.
Their murals,
Peacefully painted on the walls
Of wars.
Augustus was on his way to conquer her people
powerful Nubian Queen Amanirenas
launched her own surprise attack on the Romans
lead army of thirty thousand
conquered three Roman Cities
Stranded in war torn Sudan,
Dreading yet another dawn.
In Wadi Sayyidna town,
Hopelessness was weighing down.
Men and women, young and old,
Watched the civil war unfold.
Homeless, desperate, full of fear,
Longing for their near and dear.
Then on 27th April night,
A C-130J took flight.
Manned by pilots skilled and brave,
Tasked to rescue and to save.
They were flying almost blind,
No navigation aids would they find.
Degraded strip, no landing lights
In the darkness of the night.
Infrared sensors scanned the ground;
No inimical force was found.
Using goggles for night vision,
Thay carried out their tough mission.
An enthralling tale had begun;
Six score passengers and one
Shepherded onto the plane.
Headed for their homes again.
Valor of the highest kind,
Audacity was redefined.
The Hercules and its brave crew
Achieved a feat of derring-do.
India's vaunted military might,
Wrote another chapter bright
In our valiant history;
There for all the world to see.
Written by Colonel Ramanan Duraiswami
AMC,Rtd
29th April 2023.
Faces were polished
With sweat as they abolished
The dictatorial rule that demolished
Citizens who were diminished
And civil rights-famished
Cars were fully loaded
Buses were boarded
Streets were loaded
With protestors who plodded
For Spicy Freedom to be unfolded
Brave men chanted
Courageous women ululated
The whole Sudan celebrated
The forever awaited
Moment was now harvested
You should have seen their faces
As they fought with no menaces
As they shared food from their cases
With the army protecting the civilian races
As the mother fastened her daughter's shoelaces
And inspired her to remain unmoved in the protest places
All
With one goal
For the oppressors to fall
For Allah to answer their call
For freedom to reign once and for all
May Africa take this as an example
May Allah protect Sudan and her people
From all kinds of evil
There is rumbling in the skies
It’s not thunder
Babies sound a chorus of cries
Where is mother?
They have mastered the drill
To take cover
Prayer the only sanctuary, they stay still
Survive or wander
There is no heat to keep them warm
There is just rapid fire
They are used to the sound of a bomb
Aftermaths are never familiar
Tears are falling and dust is rising
There’s a mass murder
Aircraft engines rolling, shrilling crying
A heartless gunner
Cable television breaks the news
Airs oblivious pretenders
Victims silenced, war-mongers with more views
Superpowers slumber
The sound of war is the inaction of peace
Blind, deaf and afar
Creating a vacuum that thirsts for violence
So hush
And listen to the sound of war as you wonder
Hurl your stone of words
Care not who gets hit.
For those beyond the wall,
Are enemies of humanity.
Sudan is crying
Someone, wipe her tears.
Death is prying,
Sudan grieves with fears.
Pray, yes, God is all ears.
Speak, and see it spread
Your words, the enemy fears
Your awareness, they surely dread.
Sudan is dying
Don't just pray
Fight for her living.
In Africa if you cry
some think you are laughing
in Africa if you laugh
some think you are crying
some believe you are amusing
what about these mystery children?
Mystery children of South Sudan
over one million away from home
over one million in camps within
out touring other lands for adventure?
out catching grasshoppers for breakfast?
these mystery children!
Africa the powerful land of resources
which African nation gives food?
which one gives warm blankets?
who gives affectionate love?
come Africa, rescue innocent little angels
have empathy you rich Africa
Mystery children of South Sudan,
who will wipe your tears in Africa?
This is a plea piece for peace,
Peace for beloved south Sudan,
War against each other must cease,
That said and done,
Will put off humanitarian crisis,
My lines on this poem dancing,
to the rhythm of togetherness on a daily basis,
Interested parties has to stop financing,
Acts of animosity, atrocity
First World countries need to intervene,
Thousand are becoming victims of negative ethnicity,
Bring to an end war that's what I mean.
Autumn in Sudan has started last April
Spring soul wonders of rare weather
There and here, Sudan Bamboo dance
African styles, colors, fires, and poems
Bamboo in their entity and so nature.
Darfur, Sudan
Yet again, there is a great deal of madness
As the entire world is filled with sadness
And men raise arms against each other
They fight as if they have no mother
Two hundred, thousand dead and the world stand still in silence
As Darfur is overwhelmed with blood and violence
Someone should take a stand
These people need a helping hand
The warring factions are seriously misled
They move around in circles as if energized by horror and more bloodshed
To kill and drink the blood of hate
As they hope to gain a better fate
The United Nations seem to have no power
But it is time to act within this hour
So that all nations great and small
Should answer to this most serious call
If people could see the future of this time
And is able to read each other's mind
Then the planet could see it's greatest calm
Or the Earth rebels and do us harm
William Morrissey 1/29/07
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