A peculiar evolution as twisted histories entwine to make a future through governments charged with murder,
The sirens call out extinction of peace as the city changes pity tonight – Communication souls invisibly fly high galloping in stars of a broken world
People throttle memories they remember forgotten
The swifts of the army trying to recover land of individuality
Through UN coverage reporters get shot in an untamed mentality
Smoothing the streets with its fly moves as it congregates handsome men to death
Midnight’s asking for trouble to name a model of the act
The whole country goes down without a pact
Differences tear rules, color paints feuds
The streets melt an ice cream of hope
Fat chance of death small artery free of survival but the population can't all flow
Some travel the seven seas and become forgotten by their lands factory
Others give in to the starvation of sanity
And more become republic to loss
As the majority gets enveloped in a letter sent to the president
This is who we are - destroyed under your palace
As you stamp through the parade of independence
And try to show us evidence
Of a manipulated freedom
1965 – That was freedom as we breathed the monopoly of our desert, Nile and sun
We held hands as one
But now freedom collapses to the reigns of war
Minds shoot thoughts of each other
Eyes stare death to one another
Fake signatures of pages of a peace
That films war at the top never to cease
The shops sell candy, perfume and labashkari
Outside old woman sell nothing that could make them free
And beggars surround the hotels plaza
Of rich men and uninvited kindness
Celebrations pass without dreams coming true
The backlog is now too long until the end of you
Maybe that’s why my dreams are not entering
The secret code of winning – the test of hardship
Sunday, January 13, 2008
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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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