By Maketh Ajak
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I have no blood left, only tears.
These senseless wars have gorged out my eyes
but I have chosen to use my wounds,
like pollen grains, to attract the bees of peace.
When peace is an option everyone should be a volunteer.
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We can’t risk another broken generation
of disables, of orphans, of widows and widowers,
of lost boys, of children weaned on gunfire,
of children whose umbilical cords are cut with the sound of a gun,
of children raised in the minefields of bad blood,
of grown men and women breastfed by UNHCR;
no we can’t, my dear South Sudanese brothers and sisters, no.
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