Best Sudan Poems
Moonless Nights over South Sudan
heartless Moon, don’t tell me
that you weren’t looking
when soulless soldiers dragged me
from my mama’s terrified arms
in our village in Rubkona County
I know you covered your ears
so you wouldn’t hear
my screams piercing the fetid air
as those butchers dropped their pants
repeatedly ripping my body and soul apart
and I saw you cover your eyes
so blinded that you wouldn’t see
the stark horror reflected in my own eyes
the hot tears scorching my cheeks
sobbing for childhood forever lost
oh Mother Moon, Mother Moon
please cover your face
behind billowy black clouds
so that you can’t see
your daughter’s dejected, dead eyes
cowardly Moon, I forgive you
even after you turned your back on me
filling my days only with your dark side
as I sink deeper into a black hole
with no hope to guide me safely home
but helpless Moon, how can I blame you?
for you’re only a mere observer
powerless to defend me
feeling guilty for abandoning
your innocent children
Moon, you’ve witnessed it all before
the torn and bleeding
the tortured and maimed
all tied tightly to weeping trees
reeking of despair and pain
Moon, will you soon forget
my body dripping with bloody shame?
will anyone even remember me?
am I no one…with no name?
will you, Moon, mourn for me?
like you Moon, I am already ancient
over a millennium it seems
yearning for freedom…
waiting for death…
and I’m only twelve years old
Note: This piece is dedicated to all the women and young girls who have been abducted, raped, and/or killed in the secret rape camps in South Sudan over the past two years. According to a human rights investigator, many of them are held indefinitely, tied up with hundreds of other women in these camps and used as sex slaves. Those women who escape from the sex camps are the lucky ones.
09-29-2015
Contest: Must be Read
Sponsor: Silent One
Placement: 3rd
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.
Voices and screams wailing from the face of the world,
There is nothing but the days of Sodom and Gomorah
Soils of syria turns to ashes
The world is now a melting pot,
Jets and planes rocketing the face of the sky Visions from Sango are no more
Oh shame !
where the word love have gone
That world of tranquility and harmony without destructions,
Without tankers and hummers from united states trolling the lands of Sudan for peace in wars they start
In Ethopia my sisters are dying Alshabaab ravage the land ,dry bones are living in subjugation
In the name of power and sovereignity M23 turn to bullies
Everyday is a blood bath, (le) fleuve congo flow with hatred
Skies have gone grey with the mist from barrels
Mother is crying in Afighanstan for her baby son his life expectance reduces to 24 hours and living life is now by grace not by choice
Even the air we breath some one wants to take control and gain popularity out of it
I see power hungry turns our brothers into good guys with bad hearts
Yesterday it was father now its my own brother
Why is it that power turns to corrupt absolutely
Boko Haram is seeking all virgins of the land
And to my aquintances may be its only i left to fill this hole of earth and
I guess to vultures gone are the days of hunger
But why is it that we presume to be free but everywhere in chains
We work for them and they eat for us
They sing for us and we dance according to their tune
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.
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.
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
LOST GIRL OF SUDAN
Little lost girl, your world's not the place it ought to be.
Where do you think you're running to?
There's no place that wants you.
Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.
Little lost girl, don't think of running to Khartoum.
No one will help you in Khartoum.
Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.
No one will help you in Khartoum.
OST GIRL OF SUDAN
Desert gonna burn you.
Soldier gonna rape you.
Lion gonna eat you.
Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.
Desert gonna burn you.
Soldier gonna rape you.
Lion gonna eat you.
Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.
Little lost girl, don't think of running to Khartoum.
Someone will sell you in Khartoum.
Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.
Your mama made you tight so your man would love you more.
That's why the soldier chases you.
Allah made you sweet so the lion would eat you.
Everybody wants a piece of you.
Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.
Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.
Everybody wants a piece of you.
Run. Run. Run.
Desert gonna burn you.
Soldier gonna rape you.
Lion gonna eat you.
Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.
Desert gonna burn you.
Soldier gonna rape you.
Lion gonna eat you.
There ain't no place for you.
Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run.
Run. Run. Run.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet
Desert sand, tan and wind rippled
Dry, desolate, drifting-dieties'
canvas evolving, serenity garden
Strife and soldiers, guerilla warfare
South of Egypt, West of the Red Sea
Land Cursed by God for whorng against
God with other gods. Descendants still
pay the sin price today.
Confussion, hate consumed
Evil conduct, evil rulers
Abuse and cripple the refugees
Mercy on the children, Succor
their hunger and thirst
Give the weak, strength and compassion
Deliver the wicked to your justice, Lord.
I read about this region today and descided to write a poem, the people are being abused
and raped. Pray for this people and area. this is north Africa.
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.
if I lie, will you believe me?
what if I don't, will you believe me?
what must I do for you to believe me?
what must I say for you to believe me?
what do you believe?
what you see or what you don't
what you hear or what you don't
what you know or what you don't
what you feel or what you push away
will you remember?
and if you do, what will you believe?
what will you do?
will you forgive or will you forget
will you hold on in anguish, in disarray
or will you stand still and tell your story
will you take arms and fire
or will you throw a bouquet of flowers
will you watch children cry and mothers bleed
or will you look away and point your finger
at amputated fathers, brothers, and sisters
who no longer believe
how will you do it?
peacefully with carefully measured words
or aimlessly with swords and guns
and weapons as everyone watches
some in horror
some in delight
some in sorrow
some in vindication
some clinging to allegiances
some to age old bonds
some to stories told long ago
some to sound bites that penetrate their soul
how will you do it?
carefree with lies neatly folded and covered
with no accountability for your actions
as you strip the world of its innocence
all in the name of your forefathers
your faith
your history
not mine, yours you say... yours, not mine
this divide, imaginary lines
as you raze your forged enemies
your brothers and sisters who once were
what will you say?
I am right and you are wrong
you lie and I don't
this land is mine and not yours
I was here first, not you
look around
it's history calling out to you
do something
do anything
do nothing
you have nothing left... anymore
give peace a voice
let it speak
listen, just listen
how naive you say
you are children, living in fairytale
teaching little ones in classrooms and playgrounds to share
yet all you do is shamefully take and take
for what?
sit down
say nothing
do nothing
just smile
look at each other
really look and see what you've done
share what is left before it's all gone
this is the way...
this is the way...
this is the way...
does it even matter?
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
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?
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.
FLIGHT FROM THE NEW SUDAN
I see your tears
there on your black face
and what a face
was it the tears?
The crying for the child now dead
from starvation?
Or was it the tears
for the one in your arms?
The one who will die
before the dawning of a new day.
I see the children playing nearby
they see your tears as I
but life goes on as best it can
and a hungry child must play, too.
I see the beauty
gone from your face,
beauty stolen
by time and hunger and fear and death
and marching to nowhere
and still the children play
as if they have a hope or a dream
hidden somewhere in their minds
they watch the sky
where green and black airplanes
loaded with grain,
and miracles from the medicinal gurus
circle like so many buzzards
with no place to land
is this why the tears?
Is this why the children play?
but they are not coming this time,
again.
Or is it because you know I see your tears
but do nothing? Again.