The Three Arrows Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

And white folks just want democracy out of any government, as they feel the generals are not to be trusted; living on Life is a broken-winged bird that cannot rise up freely.

Breaking new ground youth aware of the black days, Let our land be proud of us; don't let the selfish wolves govern us. Every nation from creation out of peace and love that kids all pray for concrete land comes together like Pepper and salt shaker. Let's all praise God. Well, Unity brings peace and harmony.

Calamities of life is a barren field frozen with wet; let it be that fabulous strong land democracy where never tyrants air; praying of earth be a land where liberty is drawn with no false patriotic.

Doyen finally realizes our land which remind every song wouldn't speak like all the others moving deeper into places, butterfly could go without hesitation in fear with our fatherland goes over whatever boar things separate us from a solution.

Enigmatic in that ancient endless chain of protest, grab the ways of satisfying needs; powerful workers operated the machine oils, in the recent world while Risk of leads.

Five millions killed dead when Tiger strikes the steel of peace doesn't stain; the endless plain all stretch of this great green land of Fatherland, olive branch climbs up above mountains of being loveable people in the soul of martyrs.

Gobble witnesses with voice and hands, they warm ourselves by it., peacemakers are not too much lonely in this world yet; doves want our free will and want it accompanying the path which fly to action.

Honor beads want our conscience to true before us, warriors love to picture ourselves like a color we observed; for a long time, Mower closes up like an ancient world we learned and embraced; like a ship that carries us a long through the deadliest wind; from the dark collective grief of half of us stolen.

In the lovely land of whole skins, the wide streets are still crooked on a dawn basis to act on a better future.