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
May we return to a congressional based observation of calendared appointment of statement in goals ordered by legislation avoiding obstruction of speech tonight?
May the state exist legally in budgeted measure of life's document as legislated from the Senate by end of next 48 hours in delegation of staff?
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.
Voyagers
The old ship
rust stripped like a Sudanese mule
doomed to carry fleeing people across
a landscape of despair
Why, she floats is a lasting mystery
From one obscure port to another
she finds her way
The captain and the chief are never sober
plays ten-cent poker
The captain signs the manifesto but takes
no interest, what's in the ship's hold
other than massive rats
when did the pair come onboard, was it
when they were young and wore uniforms
and had shiny black shoes inspected
the crew's fingernail on Saturdays?
Morning in La Plata
tomorrow I will go ashore in Buenos Aires
eat fresh meat and dance the tango.
Voyagers
The old ship
rust stripped like a Sudanese mule
doomed to carry fleeing people across
a landscape of despair
Why, she floats is a lasting mystery
From one obscure port to another
she finds her way
The captain and the chief are never sober
plays ten-cent poker
The captain signs the manifesto but takes
no interest, what's in the ship's hold
other than massive rats
when did the pair come onboard, was it
when they were young and wore uniforms
and had shiny black shoes inspected
the crew's fingernail on Saturdays?
Morning in La Plata
tomorrow I will go ashore in Buenos Aires
eat fresh meat and dance the tango.
hypocrite leaders continue to bite other Africans daily.
as the rebels M23 "Rwanda defence force" bombed
bases of burudian peace soldiers
in DRCongo wantonly.
many people astonished
and claimed that Kenyan,
Ugandan and
South Sudanese soldiers
of East African
Community
are with the rebels M23 to divide
DRCongo into many countries.
It seemed as burudian soldiers did not agree
in some dark deals and continued doing their mission
Of restoring peace in some affected zones.
many Congolese continue to appreciate
the work of burundian soldiers
than monusco and other troops.
The show's leading lady sports a goatee
Braided armpits bear her understudy
Times have changed at the university
The cast now picked for its diversity
Two Hispanics, two Poles, and two Russkis
Five from the country and five from cities
Cuban nationals who know how to ski
African-Americans named Trotsky...
Don't know their lines, but the show must go on
They speak utter nonsense, babbling on
Down comes the curtain, the audience stunned
Angrily demanding a full refund
Yet one audience member shouts 'Bravo'
~ An albino Sudanese Eskimo
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…
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
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
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
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Written, tongue-in-cheek, by Sydney Peck
Entered in Nette Onclaud's Contest SEXY!
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