We Rock Along Poem by Adut Loi Akok

With mountains that have flair
of healing themselves when
war breaks with fire and geires.
When the sun is wounded,
as we walk together along a
bleeding river.
With memories of of light for
dim and distant stars above us,
and the world bowing under the feet
of darkness.
But i guess no wind shall ever bear
to silence the greatness of our
drums sound.
No rain shall wash away the beauty
Of our history,
the picture of ourselves as painted
on our ancestral art gallery.
The smile and colour of our skin,
because our existence mark the
birth of literary oracles foretold
before the gods themselves passed on.