We Are Tired And Sick Of War



Struggle and crave risk annihilating Sudan, where clashing between concurrent generals ruptured mid-April
Awkwardly war in Sudan, innate out of oppression rolling authority, has consequences in thousands of dooms, the desolation of belongings, homes, schools, hospitals and other substantial services, tremendous uprooting, as well as venereal rowdyism, behavior which may lead to war offense
Embarking tragically comes true, as conflict-induced food shortage has plunked millions of people into squeaky pants
We are paying pricey
Hundreds of thousands of breeds are robustly undernourished at pressing imperil of killing, had left untreated
But the quarrelling has prohibited the abuse of carcasses, numerous others' cogitation to have endeared
Kindred and booster are ambushed in Omdurman
Khartoum
And North Khartoum
The heart of Sudan has lost its soul;
the heart fires have been reiterated desecrates
A billion of people have been obliged to flee their homes
Fear-filled days passed
There is a feeling that we are going to make it with all the chaos in the land today,
It’s easy to become peaceful over the moonlight
To share some goodwill with our neighbors and put aside your differences with our enemies
It is not enough to win a war
It is more important to unite ourselves when it comes to peace at last

About this poem

POET’S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM: The poem was written on Friday, 27 August 2023. This poem captures the tragedy of death and suffering in Sudan, bewildered again and again, by the endless uses of so many death technologies. I was dismayed that a score of nations appear to be pursuing selfish interests amidst the ethnic and tribal cleansing and genocides occurring. We are living with endless war. Nothing more can be said about war. Violence begets violence, war begets war! No cries of noble.  

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Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker

Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla was born on 9th of March 1986 in Khartoum - Sudan. People always call me (Shakespeare) he went to University of Juba- School of Arts and Humanities- Departmentof English Language. He works as a TEFL teacher and IELTS/TOEFL preparation trainer, Freelance interperter / Translator, and Poet. Provided Arabic to English Translation, proofreading, editing, interperted multiple in person interview and workshops for the documentary. Highly acquainted with. political. economical, legal documents, technical phraseology to ensure correct Translation Reviewed and Translation of books. He is inspired poet from the country of exquisite natural beauty, ancient historical attractions and inhabitants well versed in the art of hospitality in central Africa beloved Sudan. He is fond of poetry writing about life and whole thing that happen to human kind, either good or bad. He has got the collection of poems that he writes in various issues: socio-cultural, lamentation, lyrical, narrative, political, love, friendship, pain, especial events of my life, , etc and environmental as well, he always publishes many articles and poems on Sindh Courier is an online news service in Karachi, Pakistan. He had have been worked as a debate leader discussing various topics in many English Institutes, centers, academy and schools over 10 years, and sometimes he helps foreigners who come to visit our state to work with them as a translator or trip guider also, he helps international business people communicate more effectively and comfortably in British English. He does this virtually as non a native speaker, he supports people gain the confidence needed to improve and master accent management is key to intelligibility and thus pronunciation training has become a primary focus of his personalized sessions. He focuses on helping my clients learn how english language system works and then how to put it into action with relevant vocabulary, correct pronunciation. He also can be reached at: americanslang64@gmail.com more…

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