By Awuol Gabriel Arok, Juba, South Sudan
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Trembling with fear, living on the predicament part of life,
Miserable war-child, thinking of tomorrow,
Looking deep into the earth horizon;
Death and sorrow he can see;
Innocent child, living on the remembrance,
Of the sorrowful past, feeding on the;
Upcoming curses of the future,
Gazing into the deep blue sky; only
Lovely birds engulf in the cloudy smoke of the sky-;
He can see;
Adeh! Sudan mother of the war child.
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Sudan; a mother without mercy;
Sudan, a mother without future plan;
For her born and long-lived River Nile,
Mountains blast in agony; bombarded;
By the rude mother,
Trees cry in the cloudy flame of fire;
Towns inhabited by poisonous scorpions,
There you are scoundrel mother of the war-child.
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Our beautiful land infested with rude personnel mines;
Nowhere to plant seeds of love;
Nowhere to cultivate future seedlings for the aging forest,
No building; but mangles of buildings you can see;
Owned by uncultured rats; who care-less of human present,
Human pointed weapons at one another, without mercy;
Groaning and mourning are my mother pride
Adeh! Sudan mother of the war-child
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Awuol Gabriel Arok @May 2009, Juba