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Salva Kiir: The Tiger of South Sudan (a poem)

The poem                  

President Salva Kiir Mayaardit
President Salva Kiir Mayaardit

                                                                                        

Salva Kiir: The Tiger of South Sudan

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By David Aoloch Bion

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O Earth! O Heaven! O Void!

Behold the warrior, the liberator,

The victor of all times

Wearing white crystal sublime

Feather of an ostrich on his head

In the art of war, he grasps bullet,

Crushing them in the air by hands

In the science of politic,

He rule the wind

On his leaf of marble engrave

No alphabet of gaffe and blame

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In the sky, the sun shall rust

Upon the earth his spectacle achievement

Shall never rust

Shall shine until chimpanzee transpose

Into man and man in to angel……

Here superlative of shape,

Perfection of spirit shall continue

From er ,est,to transcendentalism

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In long scope of life

He took a risk

At risk of cutting his hand he raised

Fundamental problem by hand

At risk of harming his legs

He ran in thorny bush without shoes

At risk of losing his life

He fought in battle of century

At verge of failing liberation

He’s resolute in thought and action

At Sudan’ critical crisis time

He judiciously declared the independence

At winning victories in war and politic

He’s magnanimous with vanquished

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O Crested Cranes! O Thistles! O mankind!

Behold, the Tiger of South Sudan

Bearing the shiniest black beards

The flashing threads of metaphysics

Wearing the prettiest panama-hat,

 The trades mark of his statesmanship

Carrying blackest ebony stick,

The long metaphor of decent national culture

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He’s glorious star of the Rainbow Batch

Who formed the liberation movement

Who fought the war for two decades

In famous battle of century, the dogs of war saw the cat

And the dogs died of fearsome of the cat

The cat the dogs saw and died was the Tiger

Who fought and won hundred battle and fight

In twenty-one year civil war

Who won the independence of South Sudan

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At mountain high of the nation

He stands tall among men and animals

He sways like laurel swing gentle by breeze

At dawn the yellow crowned cranes wake up people

By twittering the song of praise and honors like bugle,

Dancing and clapping in meadow and farms

In their metallic voices cheep this song

“O GOD

Uphold the Tiger of South Sudan

So he leads heavenly light

Long his wise leadership reign

So peace and prosperity floods

The periphery of the society

O God

Uphold the Tiger of South Sudan

Whom we love

Before we were born”

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Eagles! O Daffodils! O Buffaloes

Behold, the Tiger of South Sudan

On bowers, of sycamore branches on

The bank of mighty Nile River

Thousands eagles sing in celestial voices

His lofty achievement shall we sing now

Shall inspire poems, arts for boys and girls

For season, after season

For ever more

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For capturing garrisons, out posts

Eliminating ambushes defeating attacks

Liberating towns, cities and

Regions in bright star campaign

In the battle, his trench is the righteousness of the cause

His shield is his valor

“Why you don’t cover and conceal?”

The brave and unflappable Tiger replies

“Man of right and just cause

Doesn’t care what will happen”

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O saddle-Bill Stock! O Tulips O Rhinos

Behold, the Tiger of South Sudan, the just,

The courageous and wise Man

When the myth arisen

“Eastern Nile tribesmen were born to rule

Western Nile tribesmen were born to die

In the battle during the liberation”

The Tiger raised his fur of wisdom

He disproved this lying and gossip,

Of cowards and men, rebuking

“In the liberation,

No western man

No eastern man,

No southern men

Or no northern men

We’re freedom fighters

Only we’re one,

Our mission is one

We’ve one horn sharpened bull the Thunder”

He’s no innocent blood in his hand

He leads blameless life in the bush war

His bodyguards never took the booty

He never took the booty

That’s why he lives today

In the mind of birds, flowers, animals

Stars and men.

He doesn’t crack joke or humor

But with one sincere word

He touch the moon with actions of million words

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O White Egrets! O Africa Violets! O Gazelles!

Behold, the more gracious Tiger of South Sudan

By his tongue, he proclaimed the independence when all tongues were scared to pronounce

The letter”I” leave alone the word “independence” for fear of tongue being cut off

He marked zero hour of birth of state

By breaking the white ostrich egg

In the flashing light of the shell

Many creatures symbolizing the new nation waltzing out

The butterfly danced out with the book of art and beauty

The flower with the book and poetry,

The dove with the book of literature and theology

The nestling with the book of politic and history

The wind with book of science and technology

He put first brick of democracy and justice

And prosperity, the next seeds finish the roof

What he plant will not grow down like the tail of cow

The feline purer politic will grow up

Like calf, begets cattle, milk, butter and ghee

He’s charismatic and pragmatic

Lion that no enemy can tame against his will

A tiger whose fur doesn’t

Fall of rainfall

Or rise of sunshine

He’s unchanged as lug in all seasons

That is why he forgives

Several times she catches wild animals

Red handed

 A Lie kills the truth once and for all

                                                                                                                            But the truth spare and give

Second chance

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O Woodpeckers! O Lotus! White-tailed mongooses

Behold the Tiger of South Sudan

The Thistle, the Daffodil, the Eagle of national unity

In his honor and glory

His people sing a song

‘’O feline, priceless national cedar

Under your shadow, we stand.

In darkness, your brilliant stripes

Illuminate and direct those

Who lost the national compass

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On the farm the animals sing the anthem

The Green Whales

We are the green whale

We live in deep and dark water

Elephants trample, trample, trample

The earth, the grey of my father

Neither the fire nor

The harpoon can reach us

The elephant trample, trample, trample

The earth the grey of my mother

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The war, famine, drought

And all  natural or man made

The disasters  can dry our greenness

Elephant trample, trample, trample

The earth, the grey of our God

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O African Golden  birds! O saguaro! O Angels

Behold, the tiger of south Sudan

In punctilious limelight, he stands in

Eyes of the world

He doesn’t speak words or sentences

Without tint of Aesthetic

Or pip of moral senses

O Birds, O Flowers, O Living ones

On the land and in water

Look! At the writing on the whitest clouds

The tiger is a lightning shaft of God

In Hebrew tomorrow,

He must be near the grow

The grow of grassless meadow and

Treeless forest

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God will come

He will cut the river of blessing

Through the meadow and forest

He will give the Lighting Shaft

Transcendental seeds

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The Lightning Shaft will show them

Everything will grow with novelty

The grasses, trees, tongues, hands

And teeth and fangs

On trees bees will build hives

The cows will eat grasses

The south Sudanese will enjoy

Watching bees and cows

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The tongues that say evil, vices

Will moult like snake skin

The new tongues shall speak

Golden phrases of peace and prosperity

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      The hands that kill

Will moult like legs of birds

The new hands will carry olive branch

And will be feared all over  the world

As prophet Isaiah says

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David Aoloch Bion is South Sudanese poet, novelist and short story writer. Born in 1976 at Bor Jonglei in Sudan.He joined the rebel SPLA Red Army (minor soldiers) in 1989, where he started school. He is now studying Bachelor Degree in Public Administration at Kampala International University in Uganda. In 1993 was in Red Army at Ashwa SPLA Training Camp along side Banat (girls) Battalion. Phased out in 1994, he stayed in the SPLA Nimule Corrider and Uganda. In Uganda, he wrote a good a composition during of the class work, that his teacher didn’t mark but put note on ‘’ this is a paraphrasing or text somewhere ‘’, the teacher said, he was not the one who wrote that good composition and he gave him another topic to write on her presence., he wrote it as good as first one, the teacher marked it and she praised him as a good writer, from that time he start to write. He wrote 200 poems,70 short stories, An Irontail Scorpion (2011) and The Feather of Glory (2013)

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