The Days of Heart-Breaking Violence
Assistance is great eyeful fearless men loss of life for duty each cherishes the earth; the simple truth is that these things are appraisal, as is this country’s debt to all who serve, and pay the price for liberty on this nation.
Extremely, we can go through far beyond the monsoon crisis shindig far above that midnight celestial sphere is looking out just passed rainbows where eagles dare not fly; out amid the ashes of heroes long since past you will take my place among them when that lasts dying is expulsion.
For this life but few things matter; in this crisp time that we have here backslid nothing behind, but our honor the thing we hold most dear; let not your heart be bad breaks that’s what you’ve always heeded, but you stood for what you clutched these are yours in the wake of wording.
Let them all stay apt; hand out to them the will to hold on to a thousand voices one thousand and one sacrament's chalet is over; millions of paratroopers involved were accorded medals of dishonor for the massacre of innocents in the darkest days; hold back the tear in your eye.
Over a billion soldiers were killed too, caught in the crossfire with witness accounts stating many were killed by friendly fire the unarmed people met with an untimely death old men, mothers and children who hadn't posed a survival the easiest.
Please make time go fast. I don’t know how long you a last; this is the most callous time of your life; at the rear of the lines, you see the things needed to keep this Sudan free, but you stand mid the hushed grassroots known as the citizens, giving you the strength to say goodbye.
Some people were found lifeless with infants still dynamic but with the temperatures dropping countless didn't survive over the next few days, all the frosted bodies were redeemed and then flung facile and with the mud they were covered.
They were buried down as they bounded and were shown no goodwill leaders lost curbing of their men who acted with discharge any wounded they came across were shot in the head when the shooting was over there were huge dead.
Who comes to smoother waters; where life’s natural once again, but you are having trouble fitting in you are jolted mentally bad; it’s a price they paid for averting, but the zero cools are never-ending.
Young boys were out of sight and released that you'd be taken to safety but when you arose they were shot down, without any mercy this was a mass murder of the greatest people on the sand and not even a fair killing, and you can't help but wonder how those fighters slumbered at night.
About this poem
A written poem on Saturday, 29, April 2023. This poem is about Khartoum paint a devastating picture: people are trapped indoors, terrified, with dwindling supplies of food, water medicines and fuel, health services are near collapse and several hospitals are being used by armed groups. Across the country armed clashes; people have fled their homes in Blue Nile and North Kordofan States and across Darfur, with refugees and returnees having arrived in Chad, Egypt and South Sudan. This power struggle is lighting a fuse that could make an already catastrophic humanitarian situation worse setting back development by decades. more »
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