Cry the Beloved Nuba
By Taban Abel Aguek
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Cry the Beloved Nuba
This’ not a distant voice from Cuba
But another helpless cry from Juba
A cry to the Allah and Messiah, the ‘Yakoba’.
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Mankind listened not to plea in Darfur,
Where human life was crushed like an animal fur
Under the world’s watchful eyes Darfur is gone
Destroyed, famished, finished it’s burnt dry and brown.
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Now the turn is for the proud people of the mountains;
Their turn to suffer at the devil’s fountains
Women and children are killed
Their hope, their future is spilled.
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Each day, just everyday
They expect a devil pay
From the sky the pay is in bomb
War sky nothing can be pomp.
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Women are paid in kind
But a pay that heavenly doesn’t bind
For it’s not in Juba pounds but rape
And for them there’s left no hiding cape.
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Children go no school
And the world stays cool.
Just like life in an aquatic pool
Only the fittest continue to pull.
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The sick die of disease
And the architects of their suffering get their peace
Those still alive think the dead are free
But with death you can rush in a spree.
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So, Cry Oh Beloved Nuba
For you I cry from Juba
To Allah I said ‘Inshallah’
But still there has been no even a single ‘Ballah’
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So, Cry Oh Beloved Nuba
I ceased to look nowhere here in my ‘rakuba’
From above, God no more delivers manna
And from humanity, no trust of any manner.
So, Cry Oh Beloved Nuba Cry
But accept not the strings of your soul loose and fry
Even if there’s no hope from Gods, from worlds, from me in Juba
Cry Oh Cry the Beloved Nuba.
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