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Dead air now would make us remorseful – A Poem from Sudan

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Dead air now would make us remorseful – A Poem from Sudan

But dead air now would make us remorseful.

Let’s fill the outright atmosphere with passion and harmony.

Yousif-Ibrahim-Sudan-Sindh-CourierYousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla, a poet and writer from war-ravaged African country Sudan, shares his fresh poem

Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker is a TEFL Teacher, Poet, Journalist, Activist, and Freelance Interpreter/ Translator from Umbda Omdurman – Sudan. He also has been working as a debate leader discussing various topics in many English Institutes, Centers, Academies and Schools. He can be reached at: americanslang64@gmail.com

1797Dead air now would make us remorseful

You have taken a bright side from us who were confiding,

And pinched every habiliment of self-worth.

You are buried behind a mask of generosity.

While harrowing, many skillful young lives apart.

Further piles of you had a depraved heart,

For no one has been misled in quite a while.

Torment will reign in the brain without decorum.

You disgrace yourselves,

With lies and respite promises,

Don’t conceive your snaffled soul will be backed.

You’ll attain the blaze of nightmare for your infringement,

Your wicked souls will never be a revival.

It’s long too late to make your reparation.

Bountiful of murders backwashed from your faults,

You strapped all and let the suffering in.

Now, who should heed about the detriment,

Whether inbred or just ancillary,

Let’s be loyal, not woeful.

Your oppressors are on the liberation again,

You loathe all but your inheritance.

You relinquish your lives to erase us,

To discard our blood and bone.

Your minds are full of rage.

To tenet the field with terrorism.

You need to achieve domination.

We’ve seen it all before,

And we could not let it be.

We give our lives for the privilege of gorgeous citizens.

We fight all skeletons of despotism,

To keep our seeds from anarchy.

To defend what we clench.

But dead air now would make us remorseful.

Let’s fill the outright atmosphere with passion and harmony.

POET’S NOTE

Sudan’s war is entering an even more dangerous phase as fighting spreads to the heavily contested east, causing more atrocities and mass displacement. Sudan’s brutal civil war is set to take an uglier turn still. After almost nine months of fighting, the war is expanding east, threatening to engulf the country and push it farther down the path. But the stakes are too high not to make a concerted new push to halt the conflict at this pivotal moment in Sudan’s war-torn history.

Read: We’re going to survive – A Poem from Sudan

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