Nursed in troubled placenta
By Atok Dan
Boiled up, boiled down in trouble,
but still in trouble
it was in the Sudan, the land of discords
my blood still oozes with oxygen carrying traces of oppression
Sudan, I was born in you
Nursed in the land of discords
But born in the troubled placenta of discord
In troubles did I ever known civility
but discord,
hate of hatreds
A kid born passed the oppressed date
can never live to tell the tales of trouble placenta
It is a freed human generation
Ado, can I say a hand at work
at work with evils
Trigger death to a peaceful soul
in troubled placenta, we fought wars
never was it an ideological
but an ideology of survival
It was Sudan, the land of discords where man died for God
John Penn called it the soldiers of God
In Sudan, man poised holy to kill
skillful killer, in the name of God