Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker
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 Echo of Starvation
You fare to witness a dearth of slum area solvent overcrowding
Demolished parlors and shocking situation incurable
Clans torn apart and bowling along into cities
Everyone is mislaying with no steering
And considerable souls are filled with ponderous depression
And plucking other royalty singly savagely as famine has smitten all the septic fluke
As huge deaths are compelling to elope from their habitats
To make peace far away
Rifle shooting
Missiles rupturing
And freedom are all parching
Havoc becomes a cock of preference
And as high up death toll of civilians go on to override
Scrambling ever too high confidence in coming to victory
Vicious humans can do much macabre damage, but those who blink at them with reticence cause a greater holocaust for tumbling and murdered in their homes
Land and the children always wail
Their lives could not be guard
Peckish, a dried-out cane with a grumbling and painful belly
The shelling carry-on abating
The detonations are harked in the range
Sudanese are huddling in terror in an angle of their lodge
Audacity not to go outside
Dismaying moment homicide from a huntsman’s slug
Living with electricity
Air conditioning
Drinking brine
And devouring a teeny swallow is nowhere to be found and only the raindrops hold the family awake
Numberless people
Women children and the elderly are killed from starvation as well as riding on the course of dislodgement and malady while the world barefacedly glances in silence
Those at the top who are fighting the war is ruined people who care to settle in security and deliverance
Others are the fatal evil spruces indolence
And cannot persist without it
A bunch of Millions are diminished leaving no trace and no mark behind to find a flour and ensure to outrun as every humankind await
POET’S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written on Tuesday, 22 August 2023, this poem captures a catastrophic humanitarian crisis driven by 5 month of brutal civil war. Half of the population is facing extreme hunger and needs urgent aid. Famine has become a tragic reality in parts of Sudan and our worst. Many families have exhausted every means they have to survive. The people are longing for peace
