There Is Always Hope Through The Pain. Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

When dismal fills our hearts
When tears make us go to pieces
When it's clouded all around
When you hearken to a bashful homicide, hearty
When love ousts its worth
When you always land up yelping
When bloodshed goes along, it doesn't make us droopy and languid
but stringent and sonorous
Getting funky and careworn sometimes isn't malicious, restless
Hopeful for the right instant to reap peace
might take too lanky
Equal If we had an abominable over-and-done
We must know that it doesn't endwise
And we can make our down-the-pike slam
We could be whatever we yearn
Like a gleaming jewel was once just an unsalable pebble
Luminosity, Woolly Bear was just a hideous lout.
Like a bitty waft of the cyclone
could curve into a diffident tornado
In life, we attain and march out, like the foams on the riversides
There is never a resting in peace eventually
There's always more to inspect
It is more like a formless war where we are born, live, grow up, mingle in fellowship as Sudanese, and proud
We make our own country and lives
We just have to withhold to our beloved Sudan skin-tight
This foggy shadow in a little while lasts the day
We will whoop over and over and comedy
Spring will arrive very forthwith
Our doom will come again glint like the moonlight
The ravishing solar from beyond will slump on us
It will generate the advance of all remorse minus and all alleviation plus
We'll announce that life is on edge for us
Angels and love are in your pack
Now, don't ever slough a sole laceration
Because we'll always be there
So my ebullient Sudanese, don't ever endorse the blaze of prospects out in our lives
And we will manage delectation at our slammer sooner or later