What a wandering soul. He is the biggest individual amongst his groups in terms of physical size, often mistaken for a bully by his surroundings...but he is a soul in turmoil. He is a soul in anguish, a confused soul still struggling to find who he is...he is awaiting mutilation and division in few years.

Being Big in size makes people think he is healthy and well fed, but he is big in size and filled in blood and puss...he is only swollen.

What makes it more dismal is the fact that he got a religious mind...thinking that he can establish good health through religious legality....only to find out that he is the poorest soul. he thinks everyone is his enemy, except of course those who turn a blind eye towards his own self mutilation...those who boost his swollen ego....those who will possess his spare parts once he is gone.

His is a soul in dire need of healing, but yet he claims to be the doctor whenever he sees an ailment much less severe than his...and he is fooled into thinking that it is out of generosity and a sense of justice. He prides himself in charing the seats of bigger assemblies of arabs and africans and lead them into dissoving important issues...but he overlooks his own wounds.
Sometimes you wonder wether you feel pity or utter condemnation...sometimes you wonder what the Lord of justice thinks about my soul.

Good morning Ronald

where you been bro?

Stoum gheba eh, so forgive me if i ever was rude:p

:lool: I think metta is the right word but regardles you know what i meant:p

Who are you talking about there bashir?:lool: :lool:

hahahahahhaa:lool: :tears: :tears: you'r talking of sudan besmam bel ante:tears:

Hello Misteer,

How are you...This is who i am describing


I am the Sudan, most spacious of all
I had big plans to stand proud and tall
But then i sniffed an opiate, started my fall
I'm heading towards division, i'm getting small

In me you find all the simple and genuine
In me are riches and everything fine
In many countries, diversity is glory sublime
But my diversity has become a grievous crime

I've become the scorn of the international community
From my sickness and poverty i seek immunity
The opiate in my head makes me behave with impunity
Everyone is hostile, even those in the vicinity

I cry out to my children, but my sound is faint
The shotguns are louder, and my face is in taint
They dont realise what picture of me they paint
Many amongst mine, issued me a death paper, but martyr i ain't

Though I'm struck low I shall still rise again
thought they divide me to pieces and cause me pain
Though Darfur bleeds it wont be in vain
Though the opiate torments, the fragments shall remain
...and Cush will rise again!

So they said in 56, they got my independence
But my situation shows they need repentence
How can you claim to be sovereign and proud
When the shouts of agony in my borders are loud

When Cain slayed Abel it was obvious
How can you all be utterly oblivious
The blood of Abel shouted unto the Lord
So do the millions in me who died by the sword

I am the weeping Sudan
Whom you reduced to mere Omdurman
but my history is still on the making
Till all are genuine, ain't no faking

They all see me as a piece of land
Never seeing the soul in my sand
They are my representing band
but shame they bought, how can I stand?

I gave petrol, they turned it blood
Diversity is power, for them its sad
Wise in their own eyes, but indeed mad
I am bleeeding, they don't know how bad

I am the Sudan, listen when I speak
I've been silent, but my shame has peaked
Foreigners rape my resource, puss i leak
Administer justice, or political quake is coming quick

Before you love your country, you have to accept He has a soul...and understand that He does feel.

What is the soul of Sudan?
How does He feel now, given the circumstances?

Hello Misteer,

How are you...This is who i am describing


I am the Sudan, most spacious of all
I had big plans to stand proud and tall
But then i sniffed an opiate, started my fall
I'm heading towards division, i'm getting small

In me you find all the simple and genuine
In me are riches and everything fine
In many countries, diversity is glory sublime
But my diversity has become a grievous crime

I've become the scorn of the international community
From my sickness and poverty i seek immunity
The opiate in my head makes me behave with impunity
Everyone is hostile, even those in the vicinity

I cry out to my children, but my sound is faint
The shotguns are louder, and my face is in taint
They dont realise what picture of me they paint
Many amongst mine, issued me a death paper, but martyr i ain't

Though I'm struck low I shall still rise again
thought they divide me to pieces and cause me pain
Though Darfur bleeds it wont be in vain
Though the opiate torments, the fragments shall remain
...and Cush will rise again!
nice piece of work :D :geek:

Has any nation witnessed such a feat?
The arrest of leaders while they lead?
Ours is the first arrest of its kind
Amidst claims of conspiracy by the blind

and now is the time, awaited justice has dawned
In their sea of shame the murderers drowned
The oppressed have found a relief, I see
They're cheering aloud Ocampo of the ICC

Now all the factions who've gone to the Bush
All have assembled for the awaited rise of Cush
Reality gradually descends on Khartoum
But at the republican palace,its doom and gloom

I sense but a pale and trembling defiance
Meaningless Takbeer and false alliance
They have fed the masses with maddening opiate
Will my people awaken and realise this dark fate?

man, i have gotta give it to you, this is beautiful work, these poems are as true as any could be in describing the current state of affair Sudan is in.
i know many who claim to be patriot, staunch supporters of the regimes will not appreciate the beauty of these poems, and are not going to pay any attention to it,,, cause they see this as nothing but a mere propaganda from the "Jews" as they usually do.

more of these poems would be appreciated, please do continue and bring on some more.

Survivor...

Salutes Survivor....


From a far away land justice was announced
Only the criminals came out to denounce
They were warned with all warnings of sort
Now they will have to stand defence in court

Why do you seek to distort the fact?
Why threaten to breach the CPA pact?
Why expel the humanitarian aid workers
When they got no link with crime stoppers?


Do not take pride in your military might
For you shall be toppled overnight
Foreign forces won't be in the fight
But from within shall rise a knight

OMG, this is how a real patriot should feel about his country. Brother, you have got it all. If Sudan can speak her mind, she could say exactly what you just said. Bring some more home boy. Good job. thank you
Banydit.

He claimed to have achieved independence
but later events annuled his credence
Never was he aware of his own imprisonment
Lived fifty years of total disillusionment

He thought he overcame colonization
Only to succumb to other izations
he disregarded Deng in his islamization
he ignored Adrob in his arabisation

He introduced a new identity system
Many have tried to go along with him
But the more they tried, the more they cried
For gradually they found how terribly he lied

They thought they can see him true and clear
Till massacres happened with shouts of Takbeer
they were told they protected the independence
but later events annuled the credence

Was it really our independence in 1956?
Was it then, that our problems got fixed?
For that story I got a different version
A story of arrogance, an untold perversion

For they said they chased the colonialists
Only to rush to the arms of the terrorists
They said they freed the land from injustice
But Marginalisation became their core practice

They succumbed to rule with sword and religion
All dissenters they divided region by region
Against the people of the land they waged Jihad
All who protested got incriminated by Ilhad

They adopted the problem of Palestine
while their own by their guns are dyin'
An example of living hypocrisy they became
There's no legitimacy to any of their claim


For now I see brewing and relentless revolution
It won't stop until a radical change in constitution
Or the country goes into fragmented dissolution
It is a revolution to end identity confusion

Hear Hear ...

Where have you been R ?
Really missed your presence bro ..

Hear Hear ...

Where have you been R ?
Really missed your presence bro ..

Elnino...right now, you're the one absent from the scene for so long...Salutes!!

Some of the final lamentations of our SUDAN.

The time has come for land separation
The time has come for my demarcation
My children are busy drawing the borders
United no more; two states with two orders

I tried to hold my children together
They refused to reconcile, yeah forever
They chose to indulge greed and mistrust
Therefore separation became a must

Terrible is the feeling of disintegration
Of people who once were a sinlge nation
But more terrible is injustice, even when whole
Injustice brings any nation to a fall

The largest in Africa, I'll be no more
Cos pride is something I'll learn to ignore
Its good that some are about to celebrate
The birth of the globe's newest state

Brother Ronald, I don't know you and I have never seen you on, may God continue to Bless you with the gift of poetic writing. I come from a long line of poets myself, my mom and her siblings all write spiritual poetry and I used to write in my youth but stopped :tears: Now it's very hard for me to even think of anything poetic to write. Make sure brother you get your work copy written ok. This is beautiful work indeed.

Brother Ronald, I don't know you and I have never seen you on, may God continue to Bless you with the gift of poetic writing. I come from a long line of poets myself, my mom and her siblings all write spiritual poetry and I used to write in my youth but stopped :tears: Now it's very hard for me to even think of anything poetic to write. Make sure brother you get your work copy written ok. This is beautiful work indeed.

He is in fact talented. He deserves it.

Brother Ronald, don't post any more poems up till you have the legal ability to claim them as yours. Look what happend with footprints in the sand, someone made this poem and never signed their name and had copyrights for it and now everywhere you go in the malls, online, the grocery store, you see this poem and people are capitalizing off of it. People had made millions selling merchandise with this poetry..............be careful you are very gifted. If you need some money, let us know. I don't have a lot but i will gladly send you what I can.

Brother Ronald, don't post any more poems up till you have the legal ability to claim them as yours. Look what happend with footprints in the sand, someone made this poem and never signed their name and had copyrights for it and now everywhere you go in the malls, online, the grocery store, you see this poem and people are capitalizing off of it. People had made millions selling merchandise with this poetry..............be careful you are very gifted. If you need some money, let us know. I don't have a lot but i will gladly send you what I can.

Drkbeauty,

I thank you for your kind and encouraging words.

I do strongly feel that writing for money is against the spirit of writing...but I do strongly agree with you that the world is not short of ones who seek to earn a cheap profit for something they've not done.

To me it is about the message that I feel so strongly about and wish to convey.

It ain't too late for you to start putting your poems together...I do sense you are a young soul and as you said it is already in the family and so it wont be too hard for you.

I consider your suggestion of a dollar value to the above poems, as a payment in itself. Many thanks...but no, I ain't in need right now, for the LORD's provisions are abundant...again many thanks just for the thought itself.

Ronald, you are an artist and your art is the great poem(s) you write.

I still remember the great poem you wrote on my behalf for my uncle.

You are a great addition to this board and your posts are invaluable.

I was bounded by a comprehensive peace
My southern part soon will cease
For I refuse to make attractive unity
To preserve the wishes of my Islamic community

I sympathized more with Palestine
and did not treat southerners as mine
Declared against them total Jihad
An now I bewail the unity I never had


Will the south be the last rebellion?
Will not the west join their battalion?
Not certain what the future holds
I'm helpless to whatever next unfolds


Some say its a western conspiracy
Some say its a Zionist led piracy
Mine don't question their embedded injustices
Mine don't question their own evil practices

Great work Ronald. You have my vote to be South Sudan's First National Poet.

Salaam

Salutes Akeem and AfricanAmerican. I just write it as I sense it.
Thanks for your kind words.

The country united is becoming a sham
Swayed indeed by chronic Islam
Women getting flogged in public
in Sudanistan's islamic republic

Some say its a gross mis-interpretation
This with Islam has no relation
They say Islam has been hijacked
but we're powerless so why act?

Its a tool for power hungry Sheikhs
It destroys every country it takes
Its the antithesis of human rights
The dignity of its subjects it spites

Before a country is completely down
Islam has to be its guiding crown
But once the Sheikhs take full control
'tis hard to recover from the fall

They're very skilled at the blame game
They've no responsibility, no shame
For all their ills they say Woe Zionists
They shout Allah-Akbar with angry fists

Hey Ronald, pray for me that I may not fall into temptation. I believe God can hear your voice.