Treasure Island

David Aoloch Bion

(1976 / Republic of South Sudan)

My people in Khartoum

The war took my people to Khartuom
The war destroyed my people
The war destroyed their culture
The war destroyed their identity
The war lost their values and ethics

My people in Khartoum
They walk barefoot
They beg on the streets
They sleep on street
They sleep in open air
They sleep under unfinished skyscrapers
They’re chased anytime under skyscrapers
They sleep in tents of cardboards
They sleep in tents of sisal and nylon sacks
They eat leftovers from Northern dining tables
The children scavenged in dust pin

My tears drop, dropp ….dropp hundred
Times for their suffering
My mouth jeers, jeers ….jeers hundred
Times for their suffering
May my people sail on my tears home South
The war is over
Go home and build your beautiful grass houses
That don’t leak like cardboard and sack tents
Go and cultivate the land of your fathers
Leave Khartoum, leave Khartoum
Where there’re first, second and third classes
Of people

Submitted: Sunday, December 12, 2010

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  • Ncamie Pretty Khanyile (12/12/2010 12:56:00 PM)

    I cried and cried for my eyes wastes away, the dull future is written in their eye,
    each day live against hope hopen and hoping,
    darkness may dominate but sorely the light is slightly appearing (Report) Reply

  • Miroslava Odalovic (12/12/2010 12:12:00 PM)

    Souls cry justice, and more justice and more justice for the inflicted, for the homeless and hungry, for the forgotten ones, for the beautiful souls lying in ruins, Each tear is a pearl. (Report) Reply

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