Posted: May 2, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël Media Ltd. in Junub Sudan, Poems.

By G. Naih Peter, Torit, South Sudan

So pale like death,

I was so obsessed,

Everything was at excess.

Men were adamant

And were all dormant,

’twas not long,  just a moment.

They shouted so proud,

That things were wrong,

Only then they didn’t get along.

Season in prison

Due to verdict and oblivion

Pushed them into so termed treason.

None was drug addict,

But all heinous things

Were spiced, cooked and added.

Season in prison

Created new team,

Believe me, ’twas at extreme.

Friends including me sang songs,

Others beat drums and gongs

The season was at last gone.

Naih©2017. G. Naih Peter is a Poet & Crop Protectionist by professional and can contacted via:

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