By Nyok Garang De Nyok
I feel the pain of my own loss
For no one understand
But me
I feel my own loss
For no one know the ache of loss
The Branches I am resting on are breaking
He was tender as the branch
World is full of heavy stuff
For Loss is heavy and severe
Mother, father, grandmother, brothers, and uncles
Both went home
World is not our home
We are visitors
Death has made war in upon our
Country
House
I cannot weep anymore
Returning is impossible
None is new
The world is full of thorns
World is unpleasant place
Go to the sky to sleep
Rest peaceful
We had him
Them
Loss is heavy
Severe
Painful
Sleep peaceful
Wen Ayii Jok
Eternity is forever