Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla Poems

No need killing ourselves like a tiger. We all belong to likewise clan in the name of belief as an identity and burgeon.

We are the whole Sudanese under the sun sparkles vivid when we shake off a fetter for clannish; when we can empathize nourishment for bounty, hatred for love, animosity for pity, hostility for pax.
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Our hearts were broken for good. I would always be over mileage, tears had been falling now for so long, you have been unchained from desolation and sufferance.

You have been liberated, your tale has touched ruck, all close and widely a mile, on the night you were taken from us, in the sky was a lone glisten star.
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I hear the winds of autumn sigh. You were someone who I love from the heart.

You were the person who helped me through difficult times, your comforting words were worth much more than dimes.
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You dwell in a universe of ever-present conflict with those who keep this voracious
Warriors of our ruddy, frosty, and sky
Love is all about you'll strive, there are no qualms
Guarding courageously what you are not holding back, each warrior is loyally super-leading struggling
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Oh, tell me, when did fleeting fame take to the skies,
And disguise itself as honor in our sight?
Does the shining stage and crown truly bestow power,
Or does gilded praise merely mask an empty facade?
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We are the gentle whispers rustling through acacia leaves,
The river that retraces the paths our ancestors walked;
The desert wind that hums where sunlight weaves,
A living heartbeat that time cannot erode.
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In that hour when the sky casts a shadow over a wounded land, the people raise their voices to the heavens. Not in defeat, but in prayer for the safety of those who stand watch at the delicate gates of their nation, and for justice to find those who spread fear like ashes in the wind. They plead for courage to outlast the thunder of violence, and for truth to endure long after the clamor of war fades into quiet.
Across deserts and distant shores, a brother's voice rises in solidarity an echo of ancient honor carried from Yemen to Sudan. It's the voice of a shared heritage, where dignity isn't just a word but a living promise, where chivalry and loyalty still pulse within the hearts of men and women who refuse to forget their identity.
To such voices, we offer our respect, for they speak the language of the noble heart the language that reminds us that humanity is connected not just by borders, but by honor.
But let this be clear: every soul has the right to choose its own path. Stand where you will; walk alongside light or shadow if you must. But never expect us to bow.
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You are my an angel flying in the midst of my heaven having everlasting love to reach my delight.

I dwelt on the earth of you are kinda everyone saith with a loud dust taking me to your door.
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Unlawful homicide uses of excessive force; torture and other ill-treatment, enforced disappearances, committed by giant crocodiles.

Justice must be done and seen to be done for the victims of fighting.
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You're a moonlight irradiates our kingdom as never before; we eagerly deliver you such lollipop kisses, worthy sustainable accolades, tiny crimson wagons, crocks full of bugs, herbage wraps, football games, deal of poppets, oh the joys.

The earth stouts so much atrocity but more noble than gold, covered up the rays of the sun, you have brought to us another glossing light for all our brightness.
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