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"We the willing, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, with so little, for so long, we are now qualified to do anything, with nothing" By Konstantin Josef Jireček, a Czech historian, diplomat and slavist.

Weeps the Pomegranate Tree

By Riak Marial Riak, Yei, South Sudan

And he moved down the descending

branch

Seeing his small shadow diminishing

Running so quick down the pomegranate

tree

Which had grown on a blue hill

His mouth was soft

For the kiss he had given the leaves

Was like blissful lips of Angelica

Some distanced drums came salient

Although the river was resilient

The wind passing there still roars

And that was his love of same tree

When the young boy kissed his dead

brother

The affection for kissing the leaves grow

Still raves of the yellow buds blows with

the wind

And they sleep in day time

Fearing the light to strike their windows

But when they sleep there is no fear

Dark nights descend

Our dark ancestors pinned their ears

against the walls

To hear our lies

That we kiss in dark nights

And sleep in day light

Fearing the punishment of lights

When he was down the tree

His shadow grew bigger

That was in the same shape with rusts

grown in Juba

Beside the dingy roads of Juba moths stood

in waiting

At last he saw his dead brother

His head hung on the flying bud of the

pomegranate tree

His single eye glances and saw a red sea

drawn in colours

And decided he should move to Juba

To sleep on the streets of the sunny city

Where children kiss their mothers in

yellow room

Where they sleep in day lights

Where dark nights roar

And the bell rang and beaten to clays

Beside the streets of Juba a column of

smokes billowed

A pomegranate tree bends to pray for its

leaves

The wetness of the day lights

The hotness of the sun-city

Became malady to the buds of the

pomegranate tree

~Riak Marial Riak@2016

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