LAND OF FEARS AND TEARS
[ Longest and emotional poem in the History of South Sudan 🇸🇸 ]
South Sudan is not stable
It is confused by Devil
Every time people live in fears
Running away and shedding tears
Somewhere every day and night
people quarrel and fight;
Everyone wants to be a king
not knowing too much pride is a sin;
Hatred is escalating every season
and people kill each other for no reason
Why do they hate one another?
Why do they want to murder?
The enemies are hiding in darkness
They are hostile without kindness
In most villages and towns
it is common to hear gun sounds
In every corner there is battle
Pastoralists are fighting over cattle
They keep burning their seeds
and abducting their kids
Devil has occupied minds and hearts
And people start saying offensive words
against their brothers and sisters
including friends and visitors
Enemies are given bribes
to turn against their own tribes
Gossipers keep spreading their lies
with big-open mouths and eyes
just creating rumours to confuse
but listeners are unable to refuse
No one tells something true
They only say sky is blue
Death is like a roll-call and no doubt
When big conflicts break out
Rich VIPs take airplanes and fly
While innocent families are left to cry
Life is really not good
No clean water and food
Street children loiter like pig
Gathering leftovers that make them sick
Many have rejected God’s Glory
And ran away with money and lorry
They are greedy and clever like cats
That’s why they have stomachs full of fats
The country is full of corruption
that brought violence-eruption
People are struggling for powers
instead of building towers
Many of them have become weak
So, they don’t know how to lead
The Lazy people without skills
only go to attack and steal
Gangs move at night to loot and rape
if you mess up, they bang you to grave
They make communication on phones
and turn corners into war zones
During the time of conflicts
People are even killed in Catholics
Those with good brains making change
and fools live with equivalent shame
People with immorality came like vultures
And they broke the unity of our cultures
They worship Juju to bring war
such that they get wealth and more
All the guns that people are holding
brought destruction of lives and building
Innocent civilians are attacked by robbers
that are predating like grasshoppers
What a life full of pain and sorrow!
with suffering, today and tomorrow
Life is threatened by unknown Gunmen
Economy is cracked-down by Dollarmen
In many shanty places
There are survivors with sad faces
Traders keep raising their prices
and daily life is paralyzed by crisis
Poor with broken hearts like glass
are surviving on insects and grass
They sleep on roads and under trees
But they still hope for God who frees
In every season or summer
rich ones drive V.8 and Hummer
Spending pounds and Dollars on weekend
and dancing with girls and eating chicken
Orphans and widows don’t go for tour
because they are jobless and poor
Now people in bondage want liberty
But they are affected by poverty
When they try to dig in garden
Strangers come with fear burden
IDPs fled to the forest
They are starving without porridge
and running under scorching sun
to save their lives away from gun
Refugees escaped for safety in camps
crossing distances and swamps
They dig land with tools
in order to keep children in schools
Dollar is known every day to increase
And no one should complain please
Some teachers don’t teach because of salary
They tell students ‘’Take your cross to Calvary’’
World’s leaders are there to watch
Not sure stopping or supporting the Match
Young children are easy to die
but no one is ready to ask why
Parents have nothing for feeding
While fathers are on social-media twitting
with their tribal mentality
they like practising immorality
Where is South Sudan going?
And what is international community doing?
America is trying to impose sanctions
instead of bringing peace to function
Who started the liberation mission?
And where is now the vision?
Shall people all run?
or use pen instead of gun?
Is this a cursed generation?
Or a betrayed nation?
Will you fly away for your life?
or suffer for others to survive?
Are you busy playing
Can we please start praying?
Just to ask God Almighty father
To touch our hearts and love one another
Ooh please just be wise
and silently close your eyes
to remember your roles and goals
and to mourn for the lost souls
Oh, Promise land of fears and tears
because of you we lost our dears
Wash away sad stories
and let us see new victories
Please God, open your mighty Heavens
and bring blessings onto your servants
No more enemy to come and destroy
So, bring your love and joy
I say all these as a preacher
but God is our teacher
The poem was written in 2018. It is republished with only little adjustment as dedication to remind South Sudan and the Whole World about the suffering of the civil population which caused internal conflicts and resulted into loss of many souls, displacement and destruction of properties. As the Country is going towards a critical time, as a writer and poet I am I composed the poem in grieve and solidarity for my people but with passion and patriotism for my Country, South Sudan. It is my plan to record and shot a video for this poem in near future to speak louder to the world.
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By Akol Arop Jr.
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