Seventh Sense

Posted: September 6, 2017 by PaanLuel Wël in Junub Sudan, Mayen Ayarbior, Poems.

When the nights’ swords became ploughshares

Soldiers’ mephitic bullets classroom chalks

Loathsome venomous vipers’ spittle vaccines

Stalker canines meekly sneaked into our realm

For their sixth and seventh senses humans lacked

Verified cloaked docile nature we often rescind.

When the calm moon’s face scorned with wrath

The sun’s life-giving shine maliciously scorched

Oceans and seas rose and forward marched

Eccentrically unveiling atypical intent to harm

Their eighth and ninth sanities faultily professed

That creation was meant for all except one.

David Mayen Dengdit, Juba – March 2014

 

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