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The Three Arrows – A Poem from Sudan

Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker, a poet from the country of exquisite natural beauty, ancient historical attractions and inhabitants well versed in the art of hospitality.

Living on Life is a broken winged bird that cannot rise up freely

Suffering of life is a barren field frozen with wet!

Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker

The Three Arrows

In the lovely land of whole skins

The wide streets are still crooked on a dawn basis to act on better future.

Inspired youth aware of the black days.

 

Let our land be proud of us. Don’t let the selfish wolves govern us. Every nation from creation out of peace and love that kids all pray for concrete land comes together like Pepper and salt shaker. Let’s all praise God. Well, Unity brings peace and harmony.

 

And white folks just want democracy out of any government as they feel the generals are not to be trusted.

Living on Life is a broken winged bird that cannot rise up freely

Suffering of life is a barren field frozen with wet

Let it be that fabulous strong land democracy where never tyrants air

Praying of earth be a land where liberty is drawn with no false patriotic

Tangled in that ancient endless chain of protest

Grab the ways of satisfying needs

Powerful workers operated the machine oils

In the recent world while Risk of leads

 

The millions killed dead when Tiger strikes the steel of peace doesn’t stain

The endless plain all stretch of this great green land of fatherland

Olive branch climbs up above mountains of being loveable people in the soul of martyrs

Wolf witnesses with voice and hands

They warm ourselves by it.

Peacemakers are not too much a lone in this world yet

Doves want our free will and want it accompanying the path which fly to action

Love beads want our conscience to true before us

Warriors love to picture ourselves like a color we observed

For a long time, Mower closes up like an ancient world we learnt and embraced

Like a ship that carries us a long through the deadliest wind

From the dark collective grief of half of us stolen

Eagle finally realize our land which remind every song wouldn’t speak like all the others moving deeper into places Butterfly could go without hesitation in fear with our fatherland goes over whatever Boar thinks separate us from a solution

Water sees the blue traps under the freeway as we drive to victory at last

Fire is not letting them take our blood, sweat and tears and use it for their own gains.

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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.

 

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