When The Guns Fall Silent Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM: The poem was written on Thursday,5th March 2026. This elegy captures Sudan a land of ancient rivers and enduring sunlight now weighed down by the shadow of war. The wind drifts slowly through shattered streets, as if gathering the names of those who have fallen. Ash settles quietly over homes and fields, and it feels as though the earth itself mourns. Every tear shed in war bears witness to history, a solemn reminder that humanity falters when violence replaces compassion. Cities that once breathed with laughter and life now stand hollow and wounded. Windows stare like empty eyes, and the silence that fills the ruins speaks louder than the thunder of guns. War builds nothing; it destroys futures before they can be born, stealing children's dreams, dividing families, and leaving behind only graves and sorrow. Those who rejoice at the sound of battle often do so from a distance, untouched by the suffering it brings. They have never walked among the ruins, never heard the quiet cry of a child searching for a home that no longer exists. War is a fire that consumes everything in its path hope, dignity, and tomorrow alike. Yet beneath the scars of conflict, peace waits. Like a seed buried deep in the soil, it endures patient, resilient, and ready for the rain of courage and wisdom. Humanity must choose peace before grief becomes the inheritance of the next generation. True strength is not found in weapons or in the pride of destruction. Real strength is quieter and braver: the courage to lower the sword, to reject oppression, and to choose compassion even when anger calls for violence. When the guns finally fall silent and the smoke lifts from the horizon, humanity must remember one enduring truth: peace has always been the bravest and most necessary victory.