What will I tell him?
By Joe Mabor, Malaysia
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He left his farm and camp,
Imperiling his life to lighten
The gloom that loom over Negros
He fed and lived with lions,
Eating all wild organisms to survive in wildness.
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What a hero?
He attacked the tankers with pangas.
He was shot at the head, stomach and legs
But he proudly told his brother to carry on!
“Keep fighting comrade!”
He laid dead and is feasted by birds.
But he died with hope,
That his children will be free at last,
The hope that the Negros will own their own Country,
And his children will carry on the fight to perfect their Country.
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Praise the good Lord!
The hero prophecy manifested
He didn’t die in vain,
I am south Sudanese now,
I am free at last
But my destiny dooms at a distance.
I duel with my brother,
My kids cry like hungry birds for food
My children slaughter themselves like animals
And burn their huts to ashes.
What will I tell him when I die?
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Copyright @Joe Mabor 2016
(Dedication to all patriots who died in the liberation of South Sudan). The poet can be reached at jmagany@gmail.com
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