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Forsaken among the Clouds – A Poem from Sudan

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Forsaken among the Clouds – A Poem from Sudan
Photo: Doctors Without Borders, South Sudan

When it comes to humanity, quarrels between the sunrise and the death

Yousif-Ibrahim-Sudan-Sindh-CourierYousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla, a poet and writer from African country Sudan, shares his fresh poem  
Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker is a TEFL Teacher, Poet, Journalist, Activist, and Freelance Interpreter/ Translator from Umbda OmdurmanSudan. 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
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Forsaken among the Clouds

Don’t compel it into fancy then, the promise remains blurry

Those with power in their hands

Their suits are too fashionable while you are hungry dying in yearning

They devour steak behind a curtain

Slight has converted since the war emitted

Abhor and war prevail

As long as apartheid remains

As long as guileless blood fails

The universe isn’t increased to be killed and gossip you’re going to hell

We dangle our heads and hoot

No matter how prolonged the millstone

Of trouble and misery foam in torture

In the desert of iniquity

You will never be able

To dare your twinkling

Or screw your forbearance and overindulgence

Or abduct the smiles of pure creatures

Or ravaged and burned,

Because out of your profound woe,

Out from the mellowness of your shed blood

Out from the quivering of aliveness and demise

Lifespan will be reborn in you over again …

One heart is appropriate for fulfills health is adequate for peace

And one smile is sufficient

To fulfil joy to

Land is due for all Sudanese

Crying for the land you live in that went into the like skiff into overwinter

Crying for the land that out of the blue lost its adequacy to support

In front of your

Twinkling like a circus fair

When it comes to humanity, quarrels between the sunrise and the death

Whoever aggresses you, don’t curve your spine.

POET’S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM

This poem addresses that life isn’t always a stretch of bleeding bloodshed buried in a human neck, a bullet looks like death at one’s fate. If we can define our problems and listen to the tales of wars and others who are going through similar issues, we may just overcome them. Remember, you are still a valuable human being deserving of love and respect, no matter how terrible you feel right now. It was written in the aftermath of the 7th of March 2024.

Read: Fighting Your Own Enemy – A Poem from Sudan

 

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