A Farewell To Arms Poem by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

A Farewell To Arms



Dedicated to the Demonstrators of December 30,2021
condemning the Military Coup d'état of General Burhan on 25 October 2021

To soldiers!
All soldiers! !
With different Ranks and Orders …
Put down the guns and go away
With no more say
Step down and leave the town
And see how your work was badly done?
When you used the gun! !

You are not to blame but ME,
As we have equipped you with machines
Guns, tanks and planes
And even submarines
We gave you the best training to kill the enemy
But instead; you turn to kill the guts of me
In cold blood with our own guns
Then you make the run
Is killing just a game or a piece of fun?

Soldiers …
It is high time that you have gone
And left the stage for someone
To cultivate the seeds of happiness in ours sand
And take care of the people and the land

Our expectations were so high
That our soldiers were able to defend our land
Our seas and our sky
That our soldiers could die! !
For good reasons as martyrs
And they could face all the fires
With bare chest for the sake of the country
And change the course of all history

But they used all the machines to kill their own nation
Who afforded their higher Education
In the military college
To gain skills and gain the knowledge
To build the nation and pave the passage
But the savage,
Only learned to make the damage
And kill Sudanese
In the town and the village

Soldiers you only understand the language of orders
SO,
PUT
DOWN
THE
GUNS
AND
GO
And to be sure and true
We won't be sorry to miss any ONE of YOU
As we no longer want to see your dirty face
We have begun the race
So (plz) quit and leave the place

Soldiers...
You only understand the language of orders
So it is high time to quit to the barracks
Or to the boarders
We pay a farewell to the ARM
To welcome FREEDOM, JUSTICE and SALAM

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
On Thursday afternoon, mass protest demonstrations began in Khartoum dubbed 'December 30 March' to demand civilian rule, while Sudanese authorities launched a campaign of arrests among the revolutionary forces, closed bridges in the capital and cut off the Internet and communications.
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