The Slowest Route To Victory
Epoch then slacks down, and way down we hear torpedoes of buckshot dashing past us in gradual gestures as if we could attend and spunk them out of fragile waft.
Snivel of the heartache that has passed like a flame to sear the meadows of our brain and depart our lives like filthy stubs of tatters upon the crumbled of our impression.
As rocky as we wack, we still feel so out of nook captured inside of Sudan deep within our imagination, emotions pile upending behind to further moments.
Our solicitude for people else, around we fling to recite to them what is true, but they never give ears a right as rain.
We are not the only people who own these brainstorm counts waxing briskly because of the war gunfire sound of heavy artillery rounds still echoing in our bird snappers.
Our hearts are clapping over all of our veins; we lope as hasty as we can through bulge drizzle. The tumult is formidable, and the only reason we endured sunlight as all-powerful.
Sudan pays respect to you with a mute, indebted heart, an amiable smile, and the long invocation endowing a show of gratitude; for the victors who lit the torch in the delirious collapse of its boundless, quivering, democratic recesses of the heart.
We attain to stop disquieting much about stamping the whole Sudanese because one day we only have to live with ourselves.
There’s modest vitality and devotion that label what speculation may usher; It’s when it hooks up with the blameless turn of destiny that strength thrusts us forward to triumph over this war.
Oh, our honor sturdy, our morals luminous: To come with victory: And on top of the heap, we shall sojourn.
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POET’S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM A written poem is on Friday, 7 July 2023 This poem captures the darkest moments in Sudan's history, and also the most luminous. Rebelling against those who turn a blind eye. We have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.
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Submitted by Yousif on July 07, 2023
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