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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You wish me health, a flame that knows no limits,
A life brimming with triumph, honor, and fame.
May God cast His brilliant light upon me,
Guiding your steps and lighting my way, steady and true.
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Zamzam was bleeding a wound etched deep into the heart of the desert, where tents made of dust and weary dreams once held quiet hopes beneath the stars. We stood together, unyielding in our support for our community in Darfur standing with women who bore silent sorrow, with children who looked toward the horizon, waiting for brighter days. The night was filled with the sounds of terror, echoes of flames and crumbling homes, where lives that once danced with joy were ripped apart by merciless hands. O Darfur, patient land of sand and sorrow, your soil remembers every footprint, every identity, every story that violence tried to wipe away. But we spoke those stories aloud. We carried them in our hearts. We raised our voices like thunder against the looming shadow of fear. The massacres left their mark on Darfur. Blood once stained the sands of Zamzam. Yet the call for justice grew louder over the scarred ground. Even when the earth turned its back, the truth blazed like fire: a nation's dignity could never be buried, and the cry for life soared to the heavens loud as a storm, demanding an end to the killing.
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Hey young folks, it's time to open your eyes to the world of politics. Not every friendly smile comes with a basket of goodies. Some smiles are just there to get a closer look at how empty your basket is, to see how easily they can fill your hopes with sweet words instead of real food.
When election time rolls around, suddenly the leaders remember your neighborhood. They show up like long-lost relatives who only come around when they hear there's a feast in town. Their voices get softer, their promises become grander, and their hands reach out to you as if they've never forgotten where you live.
But watch out for those loud promises. In politics, noise often travels further than the truth. Many promises are pursued like goats chasing a plastic bag blowing through the market running after something that's just full of hot air.
Take a good look at the promises they're waving around. They're like balloons at a party bright, colorful, and eye catching from afar. They float high above, drawing your gaze upward. But inside, they're just empty, waiting for the slightest touch of reality to make them pop.
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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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