In My Eyes And Of Others. Poem by Naih Garang

I was born at that time,
When everything was by sign,
Drums and trumpets were blown
As omen of wars,
That was it in my eyes and of others.

Tongues were pointed at direction,
Where people were so sure
That soon there'd be jubilation,
If their sons and daughters are mature
To reap the yielding ramifications.

Bangs and pangs were no longer heard,
Asylum was the other thing to work so hard,
Indeed our cultures need not to be forgotten,
Though education was a cheap token,
I saw it all in my eyes and of others.

Now in my eyes and of my friends,
We see nothing but results of war brands,
Foreign languages have replaced our indigenous dialects,
Hence claiming that we've intellects.

We need to be sincere,
To tell truth about ourselves with no fear,
Our gorgeous culture
Has no harm on our future,
So it must be kept as reality and nature.