The people look up to you
To melt their freezing fears
They ask for your help
Plea that you will wipe their tears
From their world blown unanchored by troubling hurricanes
Hurricanes of killing hunger, being attacked, being forgotten
But you the man of politics walk under a shield from the cruel rain- rain that if touched you might make you feel-
You are sheltered from echoing motherly cries or deadly soldiers sins that would make you grieve sorrow
Clouds of your mischievous lies grow black and blacker
Conjuring a weather that no one should take
Blocking the sun of peace, the rays of hope become distorted-
Why couldn’t you have allowed rainbows of happiness, colour our countries skies?
Why wouldn’t you let your people wake to a dawn shaded with truth, with purity?
Just why couldn’t you save your own blood and hearts, men and women who
boys and girls
You are conjuring a weather that no one should take on their Sudanese backs
But you, the man of my country’s politics, walk dry under a shield from the cruel rain- rain that if touched you might make you feel-
Rain of poverty and sickness that is falling continuously down
You are sheltered from echoing motherly cries or deadly soldiers sins that would make you grieve sorrow
You are covered by a home well capable for the winds that bring loss,destruction and dark shadows
Blocking the sun of peace, the rays of hope become distorted
But here we are living in your governmental weather
A morning of injustice, an afternoon of unkindness and a night trying to survive
Thursday, November 1, 2007
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What it is...
I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.
My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-
My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.
But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.
Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...
Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -
It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -
My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-
My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.
But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.
Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...
Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -
It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -
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