Fly In The Ointmen Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Fly In The Ointmen

Ruck lives on a timeworn lodge of slush roof covering a hot sun shadow, and only muck is the bottom on dark of midnight epochs.

It is all gloomy into the havoc inside the jungle of wild creatures are hunting; and the ice has swarmed at the door of hunger storm has hit the earth merciless.

Well, there is a tacky skin dwells on dropped leaves of winter harvest, in a hovel there is so bleak and brazen actions occurrence in their daily lives, consistence the poverty; people have not a chew of food to survival to win their core with letter.

Every spirit is born where it's meant to be for the change into the fullest space for the most in need, thorough planet is digging up from well scale of foulness; either soul is born beyond knowledge defines what a mankind life is fitness, by rock and honor.

Could be imagined your whole lives are invaluable, the merriest to be born, is that of a needy folk detects the treasures of everything; others are born into all opulence, have no true sight of abundance.

The people are shouting for bite dried yummy taste will never scatter away, while numerous needy nations knowing here and there are hurting daily life.

Lying dumb its silks, and bluffers sip their booze on a bunch of distress clans who run across the bitter tea; wherever were born happy wide awake.

I wrote this poem on 9th of March 2021. This poem about difficult life in Sudan. Each one of us will face hard times at some point in life. Sometimes the hardships come for a short season, and other times they seem to last longer than anticipated. Even though those moments feel like they are going to break us, we each have incredible strength that can push us forward. Having the determination and mindset to persevere can make all the difference. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem.
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