SPLA Soldier and THEM!
3 min readBy Constants’ DC
When he is alive,
The THEM will use them for national defence,
For their power defence
In Tribal feuds and clashes
Use them as Home guards,
To guard their cars, wives and children.
They used them as Messengers for their errands,
They will toils for THEM night and day,
While their children and wives suffers in loneliness,
No one to guard and guides them,
They only see their father drunk after serious Mal – used or multi – used by THEM
Carrying little foodstuffs in paper bag for their long awaited super.
In their tukul they pray hardly for their dad’s salary to by pass the mouth of THEM,
Who always siphon their money into their big bellies while their ribs protrude like guitars.
When they are wounded,
The THEM will called them ” mawokiin”
Their names will be remove from active role.
Their ranks will be taken away,
Like goods, they will display them on independence day celebration.
The THEM with their children and wives will watch, giggled and laugh at them,
As they show their amputated legs and arms in the name of liberation.
The THEM with their healthy children and fat wives will shed crocodile tears and go.
His wife will start tea selling business,
She will sit there the whole day,
Just only to get a pound for the wounded husband.
His child will drop out from school.
He will start the business of shoe shining,
Just only to get a pound for his wounded father.
While THEM claims his danger pay which will not be paid to him.
And when he dies,
The THEM will sit and writes report,
After six months his names will disappear on the payroll,
His ranks will be no more,
Every record about him will be confiscated.
He will be no where in the world,
Not in the archives, not in heroes book and also not in THEM memories.
His wife will turn into a prostitute,
The THEM will carry her always on V8 to hotels & lodges,
They will give her names; “Achawa, pros, on test, Nyabo, Aguec” name them.
She will start to sleep out only to get a pound for her child school fee.
The child will take to streets to search for food in filthy places,
And the THEM children will give him names,
Chokora! Chamatchchi! Street boy! Thief! And all sort of names
There is nothing the son of patriotic and heroic soldier will do.
But to shed tears of agony in silence.
As their father rest in peace (,R.I.P)
With no gain and no pain,
they remain rusting in pieces (R.I.P)
With lots pain and no gain.
By: Constants’ DC 2013, all rights reserved
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