Collaboration Poem: The Tears Under War Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

You caused us pains
You caused us destruction
You caused some of us to be called orphans and widows
I don't know if the world knows the dangers you hold
Melancholy and misadventure you can't eliminate
They place their stay on the range
Strain and sloven
There is no coruscate
Even if you own a mind
You won't across the model time
To forsake family and children beyond
The evil torment
They feel sightless
If you're fortuitous,
You attended back
They hand you
The trophy and a sculpture
In your intellect, recollection is sheer
Get up at night
With abundant terror
They would have not chosen you
To a fool man
He sees you as a solution
As a pride of manhood
If you ask me how merciless the war is? I
would say it's a dirty game that caused more harm than good ravage in the whole nation



Written by: Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla & Rebecca Chaplain Andrew Duku