By Riak Marial Riak, Juba, South Sudan
November 30, 2016 (SSB) —- If you love the blow of the wind then call me a fool
For I have seen many directions the wind blows.
But one to my direction always tease
To throw you in a pool of chance or wrestle for peace.
I have eaten all that I desire
But neither of you have shown the interest to retire.
This song has a rhyme you will live seeking
Because it matters a lot when you give in.
They all stumble on me and the little grave they see to dance
But I hate more directions although the wind will blow to me a chance.
In their life they never tasted such ecstasy
When a Child is born over its age
Are they not playing only a will?
When all their eyes want to over look this suffering.
I became their music to charms their soul
But I hate being stumbled on even when calm.
This made them love the melody
Because they sing and fling around the dead lady.
Oh again you throw me a chain
But I hate to take over my lance
Because children will be worried of this war cry
How do you love to always deny me what my love try?
T’is a woe you love me say
Even though I grief for you the day.
You love what is not got
Although you got it at the end.
This is another beginning
That will seek another end
For this road has two ends.
Riak Marial Riak can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org
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