Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla Poems

No need killing ourselves like a tiger. We all belong to likewise clan in the name of belief as an identity and burgeon.

We are the whole Sudanese under the sun sparkles vivid when we shake off a fetter for clannish; when we can empathize nourishment for bounty, hatred for love, animosity for pity, hostility for pax.
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Our hearts were broken for good. I would always be over mileage, tears had been falling now for so long, you have been unchained from desolation and sufferance.

You have been liberated, your tale has touched ruck, all close and widely a mile, on the night you were taken from us, in the sky was a lone glisten star.
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I hear the winds of autumn sigh. You were someone who I love from the heart.

You were the person who helped me through difficult times, your comforting words were worth much more than dimes.
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You dwell in a universe of ever-present conflict with those who keep this voracious
Warriors of our ruddy, frosty, and sky
Love is all about you'll strive, there are no qualms
Guarding courageously what you are not holding back, each warrior is loyally super-leading struggling
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In solemn covenant beneath the sovereign sun,
Your name rises like incense at the break of dawn,
Ancient in memory,
Dignified in suffering,
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Sing, O eternal East, of Kassala the resplendent,
She who stands upon the threshold of dawn,
Where the firmament unseals its gates of fire
And spills its molten diadem upon the waiting earth.
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Sing, O winds that cross the western sea,
Of Ali Jokyy, whose steadfast feet decree
A march from London's fog to Sudan's sand,
A journey wrought by love, by heart, by hand.
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You are my an angel flying in the midst of my heaven having everlasting love to reach my delight.

I dwelt on the earth of you are kinda everyone saith with a loud dust taking me to your door.
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Unlawful homicide uses of excessive force; torture and other ill-treatment, enforced disappearances, committed by giant crocodiles.

Justice must be done and seen to be done for the victims of fighting.
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You're a moonlight irradiates our kingdom as never before; we eagerly deliver you such lollipop kisses, worthy sustainable accolades, tiny crimson wagons, crocks full of bugs, herbage wraps, football games, deal of poppets, oh the joys.

The earth stouts so much atrocity but more noble than gold, covered up the rays of the sun, you have brought to us another glossing light for all our brightness.
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