The Hardness Of Life Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

People of high place love ruling the country on negative or positive a side covetously, businessmen love being a rich on negative or positive side covetously, poor people love being a rich on negative or positive a side covetously, vehicle owner loves being a rich on negative or positive a side covetously, vegetable seller love being a rich on negative or positive a side covetously, fruit seller love being a rich on negative or positive a side covetously, milkmen love seller being a rich on negative or positive side close-fisted.

Nothing can last for good, malice is caught never letting go feelings are hurt but behind every arable there is a reason, the bogey on the wall is growing dark and long, we all ears the echo swell and come off, the creole harsher a drastic, big Crocodiles just don't care about the nation in fright, heart pounds in both ears, hearing kids cry, we try to soothe their tears sitting as one in frozen coincidence, praying to last the pain and fight, when sunlight glows, a tiny edge leads us safe for good.

Getting up, getting dressed, getting the boat, and sometimes getting to eat, but through it all, there's one love to bring us together on the peaceful coexistence this would happen through that risk and patience, walking sorrowfully over the shoulder to keep time with hope, while meeting the dark spaces of days like pulling teeth harder to fight into a victory, washing the sadness from a single soul withstand the natural storms' occasion

We might lose things, feel the future melt in a moment like the salt in declined pottage, how we course and ride meditation the train will never cease, we would travel where lies murders by the side of the road, as we always know the emotional as the sunken thing inside touches up with grief and then goes with you everywhere like a ghost, oftentimes heal ache that won't rally, the suffering, the heart harm, It feels like the termination.

Pauper people slate beyond the toughness of days waking up before the sunrise going to field grab some wages, everything has a double fee everyone loves being a rich on bad or good side covetously, loaded people shed their wealth on air of delusion, amusement with their offsprings there is no lane back to care of other cattle live in the barren jungle yard, the stars of midnight lightening on the earth has a lot of filthiness cover upon the heart and brain, white tongue chops saying, but the soul lies on negative chains extend along the distance of toughness.

We all forget life's purpose and left our morality behind dirty actions ill-intention, everyone wants to beat others mercilessly in the fatherland I actually adore so much is Sudan, there is path out there, light somewhere, it shines the blackness as the Creator present our accident, the most miraculous staying to cheerfulness.