Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

Gold Star - 7,285 Points (10-10-1957 / Sudan)

To A Jet Fighter - Poem by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

I have always dreamt of flying a plane
And travelling miles and miles away
And swiftly fly over the vast plain
Then back to earth with friends to play

I have once dreamt to climb to the sky
To collect the stars with barely hands
And make them a garland for my love
And bracelets round her softy arms

And there we would stay
And build a hut on the moon of clay
And there we would run and laugh
Run and laugh, Laugh and play
And send our kisses to everyone
In the sea or in the bay

I have once dreamt to fly with friends
Far away and have more fun
A football match on the moon
And spend the day in the shining sun
And have some rest in the afternoon

I have once dreamt to be a pilot
Travelling in the skies day and night
Happy with my dreams and full of delight
But alas I've dropped the idea of flight

YOU have once been my hero in the air
When I saw you flying high as a bird
When you go that height and disappear
In the farthest Northern Hemisphere

Then when I grew up I came to live the fear
That your jet was shelling my village everyday
With heavy bombarding and a hell of fire
So you were killing my race in such a way! ! !

When I hear your machine oozing high in the air
Then I'm certain you're there to eliminate my race
And destroy my land and set my folks on your fire
And displace the rest in every corner and space

So why did you kill my uncle and my father?
Why did you kill my nephew and my brother?
Did they rape any one of your sisters?
Or did they sleep with your mother?

Did they steal the sleep from your eyes?
Or did they harm any one of your boys?
Or did they trot with boots on your daughter's toys?
Or did they drink your little baby's milk?
So, why did you seize me my childhood joys?
All my joys?

Why did you shatter my hut with that flop?
A poor hut it was of mere mud and straw
That a piece of match could have done the job! !
Why did you kill my dog and break my bow?

Did you really know the men that you kill?
Or your work is to sweep whoever moves on the hill?
Is your work to smash all creatures on the sand?
Or it is to crush every moving object on my land?

The men you killed you even did not know! ! !
And the girls you shelled you never saw
You made their children's lose their joys
Though; they did not steal your children's toys

And my dog did not bark at your daughter! ! !
And my poor donkey did not spill on you water!
So why did you kill those folk
With whom you did never have a talk?

Darfur is my grandfathers' birth and place
We have made the history of this paradise
So we will remain on its sacred earth
And we will survive and win the race
And keep the history of our noble race
Despite your jets and despite your ugly face.

Dawadmi - Feb 2015

Topic(s) of this poem: revolutionary

Poet's Notes about The Poem

The poem is dedicated to the people of Darfur in the Sudan. Thousands have lost their lives and millions have been displaced.

Comments about To A Jet Fighter by Dr. Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek

  • Istabraq Al Ahmadi (6/21/2016 7:37:00 AM)

    A very beautiful and moving poem. It is one of the best poems I've ever read. I am totally gripped by the easy flowing Wordsworthian style. I congratulate you Dr. Ahmed for this great piece! Your poem opened my wounds wide as it reminds me of the memories of childhood and the painful loss i suffered as i grew to be shocked by the perception of calamities of war and the inhumanity of humanity. You are a poet of great merit and I look forward to reading more of your poems. Thanks for sharing. Istabraq (Report) Reply

    Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (8/5/2016 11:17:00 PM)

    I am very sorry Istabrag to come late to read your nice comment about my poem. thank you so much for your sincere feelings and encouragement. Ya, this is war. It is always so ugly.

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  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/12/2016 3:18:00 AM)

    Dreams are much needed in life! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • (2/7/2016 2:29:00 PM)

    Wow! Very intense poem, sharing the truth of ugliness of war and it's negligence towards humanity. War is the choice of politicians only trying to gain money and wealth from it's destruction. We the People of the U.S. are a peaceful people, preferring not to go to war. We need to get rid of those in government that keep choosing war over peace, as do all countries throughout the world. Learn to compromise, live and let live, that is what humanity needs to begin doing from this day forward. So many innocent lives are taken, maimed, families broken, loved ones dying, it is the main sin of all mankind. Jets do not kill people, the ones controlling them are. I had wanted to join the Air Force and be a test pilot, even though I'm a woman. It was not meant to be, and after seeing the devastation war has wrought, I am glad of it. When 19, I did learn how to fly a Cessna and a twin beach plane, nothing like being free and at peace above in the sky! Loved this poem's honesty in so many ways, thank you for sharing your thoughts.10++++++++++ RoseAnn (Report) Reply

    Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (2/7/2016 10:42:00 PM)

    Thank you so much Rosean.

    Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (2/7/2016 10:23:00 PM)

    Dear Rosean
    I am very much pleased to read your comment. You were so nice and sympathetic. I thank you so much for your nice human feelings, war is really ugly even if you have won all your battles against your enemies.

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (1/2/2016 1:30:00 PM)

    I have once dreamt to climb to the sky
    To collect the stars with my barely hands
    And make them a garland for my love
    And bracelets round her softy arms What a wonderful imagination..........

    then you begin to ask questions, why did u kill, rape, destroy. why, why.
    at the end you become very positive and full of hope. thank you very much my dear poet. tony
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    Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek (1/2/2016 1:44:00 PM)

    Thank you so much Dr. Tony for your nice words about my poem.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, February 26, 2016

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