It Never Rains it Pours

Posted: March 16, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Malith Alier, Poems.

By Malith Alier, Juba, South Sudan

National Prayers Day

Here you are,

Looking backward over the span

Calmness moderation

Clouds in the wood accelerate!

My baby, my son ooi

Pictures of horror reborn

Peace an elusion

It never rains it pours

Twenty thirteen is so far mild

Other declarations here now

Road carnage, defilement, famine on the rise

Don uniform showcased!

Who can find peace?

It never comes too soon

The boats switch sides on end

Sinking not sinking

Depends on perception

It never rains it pours

Give me my hoe

One solution in many

Time and space can’t allow

Fear of unknown well known

Some know it to be usual

Help can’t come too soon

It never rains it pours

It’s on the rocks

Premised on sometime

Go, go you aren’t yourselves

Intonation before July ——

Wish us good ain’t

It never rains it pours

Mass rise up?

Never in the veins

Silence, elsewhere look

World, gods, too little

In the din of the strife

No power greater

Munition the attention cast

Bring it up more

It never rains it pours

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