Sudan Revolts - Poem by Eman obied
I may not be the most petriotic citizin
nor the the most suffering
I may not be the one who's homesick
nor the one who's been forcefully migrated
nor by choice..
I may not be one of those
who conterbuted by act nor by voice..
but I feel those who suffer
those who suffocate.
those who've called
called for freedom!
Freedom of what? ?
freedom of crime?
rape? and hate?
freedom of silencing those who speak
speak of what?
speak the truth and
the future of youth?
power creates change
power to whom?
power to the one's who's
made us separate?
homeless? and hungry
created thieves of hard worker men?
lashed and silenced women
for their shame
they say n claim!
on the verge
of falling as a nation
you ask to seek an explanation?
of the behavour of those you've called roits!
vilonce seems the only weapon used upon us
although all weapons run out of bullets.
so hold on weakly to you're emptied guns
we've lost enough daughters
and have lost enough sons
Rise Sudan Rise!
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