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Behind Eight Ball – A Poem from Sudan

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Behind Eight Ball – A Poem from Sudan
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The ice has swarmed at the door of hunger storm has hit the earth merciless.

Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker

Behind Eight Ball

Ruck lives on a timeworn lodge of slush roof covering a hot sun shadow.

And only muck is the bottom on dark of midnight epoch.

It is all gloomy into the havoc inside jungle of wild creatures are hunting; and the ice has swarmed at the door of hunger storm has hit the earth merciless.

 

Well, there is a tacky skin dwells on dropped leaves of winter harvest.

In a hovel there is so bleak and brazen actions occurrence in their daily lives, consistence the poverty.

People have not a chew of food to survival so as to win their core with letters.

Every spirit is born where it’s meant to be for the well to do change into the fullest space for the most in need.

The thorough planet is digging up from well scale of foulness; either soul is born beyond knowledge defines what a mankind life is fitness, by rock and honor.

Could be imagined your whole lives are invaluable, the merriest to be born, is that of a needy folk detects the treasures of everything.

Others are born into all opulence, have no true sight of abundance.

 

The people are shouting for bite dried yummy taste; never will scatter away, while numerous needy nations knowing here and there are hurting daily.

Lying dumb their silks, and bluffers sip their booze on a bunch of distress clan who run across the bitter tea; wherever were born happier.

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Yousif-Ibrahim-Sudan-Sindh-CourierYousif Ibrahim Abubaker is a poet and writer from Omdurman Umbda -Sudan. He works as an English Instructor, Trainer and Freelance Interpreter. He also has been working as a debate leader discussing various topics in many English Institutes, Centers, Academy and schools.