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Details | Sudanese Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Tears of a refugee child


Born into suffering

Born to be malnourished

Born in the bush

Born on the run

Born under the umbrella of poverty

 

Born to be a refugee

Born in the middle of despair

Born in worries

Born in the frightful time

Born with the horrified blood

 

Son of the scream

Daughter of bombs

Sister of landmines

Brother of war tanks

Grandson of affliction

 

Born to see death at infancy

Born to either die or escape death by a nose

Son of the land of chaos

Daughter of the nation of affliction

Born to suckle sorrow

 

Born to be a refugee in his own land

Born to be a refugee in her own land

Born to suffer at infancy

Born to worry of chaos and admire peace which won’t come soon

The tears of a South Sudanese child


Copyright © Sabbath De Yecouba | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sudanese Poem | Create an image from this poem.

Cry Africa

She 
is 
a 
fine 
damsel,
Fluent 
in 
Swahili,
Walking 
barefoot 
on 
the 
dusty 
streets 
of 
Mali,
Cracks 
under 
her 
feet 
incured 
from 
decades 
of 
strife,
Caves 
of 
filth 
and 
so 
they 
mock 
her 
when 
she 
passes 
by,
As 
the 
darkness 
thickens 
the 
silence 
becomes 
more 
terrifying,
She 
searches 
for 
a 
hiding 
place 
deep 
inside 
the 
jungle,
But 
fortunes 
deserts 
her 
when 
she 
comes 
across 
a 
rebel 
army,
The 
rest 
of 
her 
tale 
is 
yours 
to 
imagine.
Enjoy 
the 
benefits 
of 
the 
these 
bloody 
diamonds 
in 
the 
morning,
They 
may 
be 
swept 
away 
in 
the 
evening,
Enjoy 
the 
freedom 
before 
the 
speech,
They 
may 
be 
none 
after 
it,
When 
violence 
is 
sown 
in 
a 
home,
The 
roots 
may 
uproot 
the 
neighbour's 
house,
When 
a 
friend's 
cornfield 
catches 
fire,
The 
flame 
is 
at 
your 
doorstep.
Make 
a 
noise 
for 
the 
oppressed 
Somalian,
Shed 
a 
tear 
for 
the 
slain 
Malian,
Beat 
a 
drum 
for 
the 
hungry 
Sudanese,
Get 
on 
your 
knees 
and 
pray
For 
the 
African 
inferno 
to 
cease.


Copyright © Kinda Klassy | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sudanese Poem | Create an image from this poem.

love and care

Love and care

It is movables love plus care
Obtained to our mom
It real love I dare
We found from our real mom
It is loved future seen
Given by our black mom

Love and fear

It is totally fear
Regenerated from our dad
Though it is clear
Good manner from our dad

Love and help

Help me my blood sister
We are born to assist each other and not fight
My direction and teacher
Show me where to reach my peace fetcher

Love and fight

Let me look
Behold my little best
Israel and Pakistan,
The brotherhood states never best
Me and you
Not sister and you
Construct a developmental fight
A peaceful fight
Though I’m a real Sudanese
I can cope to be a real sweetish

Love and life

Never pretend a knife
Cutting a beef life
You are the husband of the wife
Blame me not
I’m in life
Censure me not 
I gonna have a real life
To see my back not to admire my fore

Love and care and fear and help and fight and life
A real and definite friend do
An exe and a hole
Other dig and the other cut
Let us become 
The knife of peace
To cut the beef of wars
The reddish of betrayal
Likely, notably the blackness of poverty


Copyright © Abed Anthony | Year Posted 2015

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The Blame Game

The world wants to attack 
England, for invading 
other countries,
You invaded America,

Again let's play
The blame Game,
Your Ancestors  
Invaded Australia,

Your Ancestors
Invaded America,
your Ancestors
Invaded New Zealand,

Your Ancestors 
Invaded Africa,
Lets play the 
Blame game,

Yet Sudanese tribes,
invaded other tribes,
taking slaves as the victory
of battle,

The New Zealand 
Maori Invaded other tribes, 
sitting down to a victory feast,
where they ate the defeated tribe,

Read your bible,
when the Jewish people, 
went into the promised land,
they killed 26,000 men women and children,

the point is, that not one culture,
is without the sin of invasion,
not one culture, 
has been innocent in the past,

Muslims invaded Israel,
with the blood covering 
the horses necks,
If you want to create wars 

because of the past, 
then all cultures are at fault,
Around and around you go,
creating hatred, pain and war,

To have peace in the world,
we need to forgive the past,
let go of the anger, 
and travel the path of peace ,

With each step of anger, 
the world creates more injustice,
in war, both evil and innocent die,
and with the death of children comes anger,

Before England became a superpower,
she was invaded by the Normans,
She was invaded by the Romans,
war after war threatened her shores,

She had to fight, to protect herself,
Spain, france and Germany, 
have all been knocking, at battles door,
the world was in a state of flux,

Invasion was a fact of life,
today we sit back, 
and condemn our Ancestors,
based on the knowledge 

We have now,
based on international laws,
laws that they created, 
Yet the world was different ,

back in their time, 
travelling the oceans, 
they were afraid, 
of falling off the edge of the earth,

We should not compare, 
our understanding of life, 
with theirs, it was a different time,
with less comprehension,

Going out into the great unknown,
they were searching the world, for wealth,
sailors having fought war after war, 
perhaps valued life less,

Slavery was apart of every culture, 
it took the English people, 
to stand up and say this is wrong,
We should fight against injustice,

Granted there were people, 
that kept slaves, that invaded Africa,
and stole the African people, 
but that was the way of the world,

The English were also the ones,
that stood up and said this is wrong,
that fought against slavery,
attempting to create Equality.



 



Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sudanese Poem | Create an image from this poem.

SEXINESS

SEXINESS

Knowing me as a sensitive and caring person,
What I find sexy, as you may have suspected,
(Although by rationalizing the situation it will only worsen)
Is based on real  people with whom I have been connected

For example dark hair about jaw length
A dress with a flared skirt and narrow white hem
Chubby women with very little strength
And the Sudanese national anthem

Not to mention the long-haired beauty
When  I was fourteen who liked me to divest her
And who showed  me  my duty
In her daddy’s combine-harvester

Oh,  those   John Deere s  still send me to goose bumps
Or a really  big  Massey Ferguson  with platform attachment
Can be even better than the weak ladies with plump rumps
In generating sexual excitement

I do not wish to discuss the anthem of Sudan
Although you may be  curious
Because it involved not a woman but  a man
Whose affection turned out to be spurious

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Written, tongue-in-cheek,  by Sydney Peck
Entered in Nette Onclaud's  Contest 	SEXY! 


Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2012

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Relocation

Saw a man at a snowy bus stop

Tall and lean

Black as black can be

Probably in his Sunday best

This Monday morning.

My guess Sudanese.

Here on compassionate grounds

Home country ripped apart

Tribal and religious strife.

What might he have seen Lord?

What atrocities and robbery?

What loved ones abandoned?

With no other apparent choice?

Does he have English

Can he handle this

Awful Waterloo cold

This awful Western smugness

To the new and misunderstood?

Help him Father

If it is a search

In faltering words

For a job

For some needed training

For a place to bed down.

In Jesus’ name.

And I drive by

These careful words and images

My only coins

In the stranger’s cup.

Until perhaps next time…


Copyright © Doug Blair | Year Posted 2017