Long sudan Poems
Long sudan Poems. Below are the most popular long sudan by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long sudan poems by poem length and keyword.
You say you care about people black and brown,
And victims of war in every Gazan town.
But I doubt your heart, here’s why I think it a trend,
For so many downtrodden you're no friend.
Slavery in the U.S., no one denies,
But 50 million slaves worldwide, can you help them rise?
Black kids shot in Sudan, en-masse.
Are you setting up encampments for them on the grass?
Millions met death in Congo; did you know?
Killed by other blacks, in what TikTok does it show?
Did you march for Christians, cut down by the score?
Slaughtered in Nigeria, where Jihadis wage war?
When Russian jets bombed hospitals, it worked quite well.
Their allies run Syria, blew their enemies to hell.
Did you march when 7 million Syrians had to flee?
You didn't know this happened - are you blind? Can you see?
Did you march for Uighurs, stamped out like a flame?
Are you silent for Tibetans, did you chant, did you name?
Remember Vietnam, boat people who drowned,
Activists then fell silent, as if underground.
Where was the care, where were the cries?
Where were the marchers with tears in their eyes?
Do you examine the roots of the cause of the day,
Are your cause and motives as pure as you say?
Do you really know the world as it is?
Can you pass the real genocide quiz?
Is it about justice, or all about you?
The rest of us suspect that you don't have a clue!
Keep silent, O nations,
and let Gaza speak with the tongue of Job.
Her voice has wept until it can weep no more,
and still the tears run into the dust.
The children cry:
“Help us before we vanish from the earth,
as the Red Indians of the North once vanished,
swallowed by silence and betrayal.”
The mothers plead:
“Do not leave us to die nameless,
buried beneath rubble and indifference.
Let us be remembered
not as shadows,
but as souls who loved,
who prayed,
who dreamed of peace.”
Job speaks in Gaza:
“Let me speak, and let come to me what may.
If death is the only answer,
then let it be clothed in dignity,
not in bombs and fire.”
For how long shall Job suffer in Gaza?
For how long shall the fathers of the world
remain deaf to the cries of children?
Have we lost the true mothers and fathers—
those who once stood for justice,
who once carried humanity in their hearts?
Are the criminals who devour innocence
greater than the multitudes of the earth?
If the world were to rise as one,
wars in Gaza, Ukraine, Congo, and Sudan
would end in a single day.
But Gaza speaks like Job:
“Till I die,
I will not deny the integrity of my land.
Though blood stains my soil,
though fire consumes my walls,
my spirit shall not bow
to the thieves who call themselves settlers.”
And so the heavens bear witness:
the cry of Job in Gaza
is not the cry of despair—
it is the cry of a soul
that even death
cannot silence.
What if the creation of Mankind is simply a Divine Mistake, but how? He is filled with the dynamic power of Divine love.
Is the death of children, women, and men in Gaza a Divine Mistake?
Is the death of innocent souls in Congo (DRC), Sudan,and Ukraine a Divine Mistake?
Is the dividing of people based on color,religion,tribe, or caste a Divine mistake?
Is the economic warfare trade warfare ,technology warfare, and psychological warfare a Divine Mistake?
Is the rise of China and declining the USA a Divine mistake?
Is the exploitation of Africa by the West and the Chinese a Divine mistake?
Is the creation of covid-19 and HIV/AIDS a Divine Mistake?
Are the sponsored wars and terrorism a Divine mistake?
Is slavery, colonialism, and racism a Divine Mistake?
Is lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning a Divine Mistake?
Is the pollution of Earthly environment, wars, and animal abuse a Divine Mistake?
Is socialism,marxism,
monarchism,communism, or democracy a Divine mistake?
Is the poisoning of humanity through vaccine, (GMO), and fake medication a Divine Mistake?
If humanity is divine,where is the Divinity to see?
What if it's just a Divine mistake?
By Chanda Katonga.
"Let us pray for the Peace of Jerusalem! They shall prosper that love thee."
The Lord God Almighty Creator of the Heavens and the Earth "will bless those who bless thee and curse those who curse thee." All according to the Abraham convent He Himself made to the founder of the Jewish nation. The spiritual father to the born again Bible believing gentile people and nations!
The Sunni Muslim people and nations such as Egypt and the United Arab Emirates (UAE) are forming alliances with the nation of Israel. Even Saudi Arabia and Sudan are thinking about joining the Arbrahamic Accord. Israel has stood up to Iran and has been proven to be a formidable foe but an excellent and reliable alley!
The United States was not invited to join because we have not proven to be a reliable and dependable ally! President Donald Trump and Vice President Mike Pence were allies of Israel but not President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamila Harris! They want to reactivate the Iran Nuclear Deal! Iran wants to destroy both Israel and the United States! The little Satan and the big Satan!
When Iran is ready they will aim their nuclear weapons at Israel and the United States funded with our tax payer dollars! Vote accordingly and vote responsibly in the mid-term and presidential upcoming elections!
Israel alone is responsible for the temporary delays of Iran's nuclear programs! But Jesus Christ, Himself is firmly on the side of the Jewish people!
Anti -Shemitism has been growing rampert in Europe and now is also in the USA! The Boycott Divest and Sanction movement is rapidly gaing momentum!
It is none other than Satan, Himself who is responsible for this demonic movemen!
The Lord is allowing this to happen in order to cause Jews in the Western nations, including the USA, to return back their home and their nation Israel!
All of them who are called and are able to do so! It is part of the Bibical prophecy in the book of Ezekial chapters 36-39. Read it for yourselves!
In His Holy Name!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October County
August 09. 2021
A reflection
Sometimes I wonder if there is a sentimental reason why many Americans like the Israeli
North America is a land of settlers who replaced
can we say, it eradicated the tribes that lived there and became a most successful nation
The Zionist Israel is trying albeit on lesser land
when the US settlers called the Indians savages
the Zionist Israel calls Palestinians Untermensch
to borrow a German word, which is apt in this situation, since it has connotations to holocaust
We like to blame the Polish Jew Netanyahu for
the lesser holocaust on Palestine land, with lesser, I mean in comparison to 6 million Jews
Mind, killing 46thousand Palestinians in six months, is impressive too since most of the dead were women and children which in a sick way makes sense since children became adults and hate Israel
the killing of people who have culture and religion different from s are deemed enemies and must be eradicated, clean the society from
think different from us
It is with a heavy heart I see Africa has adopted our war-like tendency Congo, and Sudan are
burning in the name of democracy, the white
man’s mantra, when it means power by force
A final word, as the US is declining her workforce is pushed into poverty, and culture
is a new power that will rise in the East eclipse
and decline as all powers made by man does
The U.N. is a theater house,
where warlords, drug lords, and mafias
wear the mask of statesmen.
Eighty years have passed—
what has changed?
They speak with honeyed tongues,
yet Gaza burns,
Ukraine bleeds,
Congo and Sudan melt into dust,
Libya is a fire unquenched.
These men you call leaders—
small gods in suits—
are but actors in a fool’s game.
The poor grow poorer,
the rich ascend to thrones of gold.
And still you believe—
still you kneel—
thinking these criminals
will bring you salvation?
No! They serve no people,
they represent no justice.
They serve only power,
and power devours its own.
And you, the masses,
with your blind faith,
electing executioners
to guard your children—
how can blind men lead us
to any promised land?
For eighty years
in the United Nations theater
the curtains rise,
the scripts repeat,
and the audience weeps in silence.
The world cries for peace,
for justice,
for equality—
yet what is offered
is freedom of fools,
a stage drenched in blood,
a democracy of shadows.
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
Sudor
Sudor: Liquido claro y transparente que segregan las glándulas
sudoríparas de la piel de los mamíferos. Jugo que sudan las
plantas. Trabajo, fatiga.
La gota de sudor en la frente,
Que señala el término del día.
Acaso, la noche enfrente,
Y la familia en alegría.
Pues el arriero ha llegado,
Atando su bestia ahí.
Muy cansado y fastidiado.
Pero alegre de estar aquí.
Como el jugo de las plantas.
El sudor destilado
La fatiga por las zancas,
Y el cuerpo rociado.
El jornalero en su trabajo,
Estipendio para vivir.
El sudor que no cesa,
Y el que no se aflija sino regocija,
De tener para mantener.
Por: Nena Enriquez
Form:
Written July 31, 2015
In a land
Unbeknownst to me
With no compass to guide
No lantern to light the path that I seek
I look to the north star for
Milk and honey or a thousand virgins
Either would suit me
'Cause when you're a stranger in a strange land
No god in particular to seek
You may be praying the name of a foreigner's god
So show some respect every week
You'll need all the help you can get
When you're lonely and sick
Dying and weak
Be it God, Allah,
Or some guy named Pete
You'll look to the sky
In times of mourning and grief
So study up on all the Hindu gods
And don't dismiss false idols
Cause worshipping a toilet seat might be in next week
For those stuck on hypocrisy
Will sink in the sands of Sudan
And die in the jungles of Mosambique
No one will hear their cries
No one would even care
It's too late for that stranger in a strange land
Though they're not ready to die
When you're a stranger in a strange land
Rescind your pretentious motif
When you see a stranger in a strange land
Don't tread on their beliefs
First sighting
It was an early summer morning when my best friend Edwin
threw pebbles on my window to wake me up
I like morning slumber, waking up at six, looking at the alarm
the clock on the bedstand and think of two hours more sleep.
Ewin said there was a big ship at the dock fully laden with
copra; five minutes later, I joined him as we ran to
the harbour to collect the broken nuts.
When unloading, bits of copra fell down; we had pockets
full of it, and the white flesh was still soft and chewable.
Look, said Edwin, and there, on the gangway, stood
the first black person we had ever seen; he had a bag
in his hands that turned out to have booze and cigarettes.
We took him home to our street to show him to my mother
She was working, but my aunt, living on the first floor
took him in; we were milling about till she threw us out.
Two days are gone, a tall -in our eyes- old man, the captain
who came looking for his cook.
He is from Sudan, the captain said, which, meant
little or us and he is black, oh, him, he is in my aunt's flat.
Half an hour later, the captain and his cook walked
to the ship, we followed at a respectful distance to think
a captain!
On the gangway, the Sudanese waved to us he looked
Happy smiling, broadly; it was a day everybody was happy
the crew waited to be fed, my aunt sat in a chair in
her flat smoking ready-made cigarettes.