a plea for SUDAN to writers

Theme in a dominion of pure opposition
Horrific scenes with no chance of peace
like them my childhood involved neglect
My puberty entailed poverty disputation
My adulthood was rooted in Niger delta
with all this in mind you assumed right
It was no wonder I knew what I write
Am not in Sudan but have burnt candles
Chalks on a slate to tell of poetic treasons
By reducing them to abstractions and wiles
The yelling, the screaming, it never did cease
My vocation has turned it to self-mutilation.
In an attempt to release inner frustration
Seeking a "Sudanese Poems" and stories
Something more important that rhymes
above the mistake of looking in the mirror
ignorant if we think we could never be in that place
the CNN talk about Theme of underdevelopment
To wash their hands of the “sudden death”

Please do not turn from the grave
And from the mound beside it
The smell of damp earth and rotten matter
Calling to mind, creatures once flesh
Please do not turn from the grave
Of corpse descending on the uncaring earth
And the cemetery of mourners
Exploding over headstones
Please do not turn from the grave
From the sod beneath
Of beetles, worms and little things
Bedding with these of whom we cry

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Thanks
Urdeen Sylvester
Administrative officer
Bells university of technology
Ogun State
Nigeria
08052130879