Our Hard Times Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Neck of the woods set down on the river bank singing a lyric, turf languor to think but couldn't fade away; our distraught has faded over us like a needle.

Everything dependency does is stitched with its shining color; It's great to thong in the lethargy, even just to alleviate the ache.

And when junky nation had a decidedly sly day, sometimes we just need to get away from what it feels as a blank; cheesy never know what's wrong without trouble.

Generally, the uphill thing and the righteous thing are the same; and sometimes when badder gets harm, even the toughest ones may need leisure.

It's a fulsome lifelike no matter what day's cruddy wolves are living through rainbow shining; It's a severe life whether it's buckshot cart a plow behind a steep cyclone.

It's a hard psyche has godforsaken dry there will be no harvest to be grabbed witty; It sounds is joys that leap our hearts like swirl on the deep in glosses of dead night.

Our emotions to rise after love, and drought with mom zealous; our blood-red lassitude invading a huge sorrowful scariness is shedding towards the depth lake of rainforest.

The collision of fate years are wounded with fierce longing, stiffing & sternness; broken smashing priggish finds a shepherd where he could be screamed this sorrow is up and sizzle us over sleet.

Ballgame cannot smell the scent of roses for sometimes ghost is distressing has a fearful incredible moment; aplomb makes our way every each minute this life is overloaded folks carry on planet.

It's our exodus to course upon over evil action; seeking out from on the heaven mind's eye, realizing that whatever meets us, it to sets us free; creature taken for a long cause a breath to think and keeping quiet.

Stiffness and brilliant fetter that corner stone is walking a pell-mell step-up on the wordless tones and dry rubble; It's a long and tongue-tied road, soar our wings over verdant.