By Monycaam Da’athuai, Juba, South Sudan
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Hello Eye of Our Nation’s destined!
Oo-ooh only eye Seer of our State prosperity and fallen events!
The only Prisoner of our extendedly nuisance makes
The only speaker of our dignified events;
The only next closest messenger amongst all to the Gods of our living in Universe
Of Republic of South Sudan
The most adorable custodian of our
True indigenous dignity of our total territories
President!
Mr. President!
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Mr. President; barely
In the day lightening of bee-bread schedules
Our sockets for truth values were found vainly desacralized
From the faithful prestige
We were taunted and covered with darkest smoke
From the thunderbolt of rumor muggers
Mr.Presoo!
We will be too harmed and too confused in our psychological veins, if indeed come true!
We will be disarrayed by the mass of unsaintly voices that had airy floated up, if indeed come true!
We will be too disarticulated because of chocked in the midst of rivalry condonation, if indeed true!
We will be too disassembled by coagulates aimed over our house, if indeed come true!
We will be too descaled by the words of mouth rather than the words of soul, if indeed come true!
We will be too depressed and too suppressed by the heinous cheated gambled in our names, if indeed come true!
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Huh Mr. President? Huh!
Are we in alley-oop practices? For there shall be a feat gallants
Hope so not be known!
But Mr.Presoo?
The entire universe of The Republic of South Sudan
Mr. President, the host of your heir;
The plight of your presidency is beseeching right in your forefront
Requesting for cordial acknowledgement
Is it true thereby-there is soon disamenity shows that is too post bitingly in
Our great-great-great-grant forefathers’ owned lands? Lands of all generations.
There comes a thunderbird, unfolded with attentive offensive as well obtrusively options in masculine full guards;
Or perhaps had our ears envied and misfiled us because of absconder mission?
Hope no should propel most!
Mr. Presoo, May you obviate our much anticipated obstreperous for the first witty assurance?
Mr. Presoo, May you bravely and truly face your citizens with clear and crystallite answers?
Mr.Presoo, your citizens are chivvying further for elevations?
We are rowed more dazefully in obscuration angers, only to be lifting higher by your majestically responses.
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Plea after pleads, please give us your rare wit of attention!
Your presidency is stranded in the sough’s better answer;
Indeed for right answers
Because we’re being painfully leered at;
Because we’re being mouthfully jeered by far odds
Because we’re being mirthfully sneered at by dung’s eaters
Because we’re being broadly grinned at by wicked laughers
We hope Mr.Presoo didn’t forsake his only soul?
We too dearly hope our president didn’t surrendered his backstick in a glittering-silver-plated?
Yes we have mountains debt of hopes, for we know they’re connivances and slippery maggots,
Their all gnaws all at liver aimed for time after times, event after events and generation after generations!
They’ll only usher us with their breech like “Lony that’s known as –Chol’Mior/Mour”
Which skilfully trapped hen with his ass peeping flash shows.
We had had enough deaden boards!
All that drained our memory is nothing than gushed of blood endlessly streams.
Mr. President please reveals your real image to us!
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You can reach the poet via his email: Monycaam DA’ATHUAI <monycaamdaa444@gmail.com>