The torture of children
We have fated to grind, how untenable it is,
To rise by while they taste death,
Children who have no more tears to yowl…
Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla, a poet from Sudan, a war-ravaged African country, 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
The poem, written on 1st of November 2025, is about millions of childhoods around the world being lost to conflict. From Gaza to Sudan and beyond, children are vulnerable to the impacts of war. They are being exposed to traumatic events, including losing their loved ones, being uprooted from their homes, and losing their access to adequate food, clean water, education, and healthcare.
No Child Is Safe in El fasher
No Child Is Safe in There would be acres eating dust soot,
Where quietness shouting and hearts are broken and wounded,
We devour screeching of pain,
Toppling on strong-willed ears in hollow,
We see children mourning over dead roots,
We hold disabled by sulk,
We shattered marbles in deep ebbing,
Your crumble sympathy sticking,
Ashes, entrails, and blood deluged us,
Almost noticeable are being doomed bourgeois,
Lateral casualty of torture,
No tenets, no endowment, no distinction,
Slaughtered surrounded by garnishing firing,
To nest the raider with a sense of right,
To advocate the abandonment of powerless children,
To vanish the war, children alone in dilemma,
Witness fugitive camp in desert wasteland,
Lost children adhesive to each other for ambition,
We penetrate with pain in my heart,
The torture of children
We have fated to grind, how untenable it is,
To rise by while they taste death,
Children who have no more tears to yowl,
Your spotless stares craving good for nothing,
Your frangible heads are shown to us as attestation as generosity lays by ill-fated,
We turn off the torch at night and grasp that,
Pardon will never be granted to the human race,
Until we take each other’s hands as one nation,
Allied, in our prevalent intention,
Making judgment pleads for tenderness,
Above everything,
Every child demands to be sheltered.
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Read: The Rights of Peace – A Poem from War Ravaged Sudan
