Forsaken Among The Clouds Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Don't compel it into fancy then, the promise remains blurry
Those with power in their hands
Their suits are too fashionable while you are hungry dying in yearning
They devour steak behind a curtain
Slight has converted since the war emitted
Abhor and war prevail.
As long as apartheid remains
As long as guileless blood fails
The universe isn't increased to be killed and gossip you're going to hell
We dangle our heads and hoot
No matter how prolonged the millstone
Of trouble and misery foam in torture
In the desert of iniquity
You will never be able
To dare your twinkling
Or screw your forbearance and overindulgence
Or abduct the smiles of pure creatures
Or ravaged and burned,
Because out of your profound woe,
Out from the mellowness of your shed blood
Out from the quivering of aliveness and demise
Lifespan will be reborn in you over again
One heart is appropriate for fulfills health is adequate for peace
And one smile is sufficient
To fulfil joy to
Land is due for all Sudanese
Crying for the land you live in that went into the like skiff into overwinter
Crying for the land that out of the blue lost its adequacy to support
in front of your
Twinkling like a circus fair
When it comes to humanity, quarrels between the sunrise and the death
Whoever aggresses you, don't curve your spine