By Liel Deng Liel, Juba- South Sudan
Though mindless of when the sky shall fall, I love thee oh my motherland;
Though fate and discouragement have replaced hope and courage, I love thee oh my motherland;
Though fear ties and entangles me, I love thee oh my motherland;
Though gunshots are friends of our ears, I love thee oh my motherland;
Though my brothers, sisters, grandfathers or mothers are butchered in cold blood because they are unable to run, I love thee oh my motherland;
Though my tribal identity is becoming a profound burden, I love thee oh my motherland;
Though am wreathing at a ruthless jaws of the hunger, I love thee oh my motherland,
Though am becoming an economic refugee, I love thee oh my motherland;
Though brother justice is long dead, I love thee oh my motherland;
Though my only and only hope (PEACE) is at the verge of collapse, I love thee oh my motherland.
The author is a second year student of Economics and Business Administration at Catholic University of South Sudan, Juba. He can be reached at: lieldengliel@gmail.com