Dollar Crisis Spread Like Fire Poem by Monyping Marial Buot

Dollar! Dollar!

When i am at home,
When i am in the school,
all i hear is you

Only dollar is the matter of the day

Dollar!
You have risen against South Sudanese pound
You have risen against shilling

On the street
you have controlled it
In the churches, temple
And in the Mosque

You are the matter of
discussions.
Congregation have abandoned their God because of you.

Dollar! Dollar!

Fathers weep daily
Mothers sheet tears
Children cries

Violence increases like burning fire in the midst of dry Savannah forest.

You have risen against pound
You have risen against shilling

You makes me simple man,
I'm nothing, Am no man
and
i can toll for you.

When i have a hundred of you,
I feel like a Dinka man who have owned hundred cows

I rejoice
I thank God, I prays.

But who are you?
Are you not made of paper?
And gold like other currency?

Dollar!
I bleed for you everyday
I lost my dignity.

You spread like a fire.