Amäng

By Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan

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I use to dig the wetlands,

Yawning for your heart,

Although you taste sour,

I know what I love,

To give your ears a charm,

That I have come a man,

To appease you.

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Hatred is my dead brother,

That I have cut off his ears to hear not our whispers.

Amäng I’ll feed my sheep on you,

I use to dig the ground,

Searching for lost love,

Although hoes on my hands hove,

I crave for them,

To rove.

–

Human heart is an evil,

Give me peace,

Because I water your glands,

I know my father often dig these lands,

This red land,

We dug them,

For years.

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