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