By Atok D Baguoot
Yes mum, am ever with you
With tears rolling down your cheeks,
like the waters of equatorial torrential rains,
am there to face the last ferocious battle
together with you
yes mum, am ever with you
how much worst the swords of torture could be,
am ever together with you in pains and agonies
know that somebody somewhere felt touched by
your sufferings
Yes queen of universe, am ever with you
deep down the corridors of dark and hatred
am ever there to witness the scares of tortures
which torn your smooth melanin apart
your smooth beautiful African skin
to smoothen your skin with my oily tears
love last is yours
Yes mum, my love and caressing touches
would one time mend your broken skins
it would sweep clean all the salty tears that
had trickled down your shinny cheeks
the veins and arteries of your heart are overworked by the magnitude
but will one time relax in true affection
Yes queen of holy palace
for if you persistently tolerate the burden
inflicted upon you by the bondage of culture
your happiness shall one time supersede other forms of human happiness
your reward shall be a complete love and affection full of remorseful memories
Yes mum, I know the weighty
of unreligious cross that has tormented your hope
Yes mum, onto the hills of colgotta of Dinka culture,
you still who you are
with their minds and hearts kneeled on the wealth of the planet
you still surface resiliently,
you never succumbed to their mediocre
your true long lasting love never waned
Yes mum, for you never falter your word of love towards me
Am ready to face the negative fatal attitudes of the culture
You and I are there to alter and witness the true joy of love
The fruits of patience and tolerance
We will rejoice once again in oneness
Yes mum, could you remember the fallacy of now
With its freak pains that almost swallow the zeal of truth
Yes mum, your last say would be the ultimate judgment
You are not Jesus but Jesus in this judgment