He who lost in the storm of lies, never see the shores of truths

By Atok Dan Baguoot 

Not really

Memories of war rekindle sad experiences 

Bored and past which lacked a piece of peace  

Not really

Bang of sky terrifies chicken and children 

Worried about what future is pregnancy with 

Nightmares with remorse of sad past

with death and suffering 

Tremble glimpse of hope 

Bangs and dime light

In the bunkers that remind me of war

Remind me of near death 

Born to carry AK47 but born in the 70s 

47 and 70s are sad moments never reversible 

 Is it where we rightfully are judged 

When skies begin to panic the earth 

Even tiny worms invisible in naked eyes panic 

When skies heat up and blow hot air with death particles 

We begin to hole down into the soil 

In a military drills-like comaflauge

Drill down like a driller drilling water on rocky grounds

Where do you think it comes from 

In a country robbed by love 

In one of the four cardinal points of Earth 

It is first initial begins with “No” 

But not 

It is a plane that goes in plain space 

Children are fond of funny airplane 

Cry when the sky stomach begins to regurgitate

Of death but not life 

It is life because God resides in the sky

You feel like taking a voluntary death of rope 

Hang yourself like a piece of abandoned cloth 

A quick visa that boycotts smelly faeces of airplane 

Men fight for God in Sudan

Soldiers of God 

Immortal God capable to manufacture its own soldiers

Compelled by the love of God 

A fallacy of pretense 

Of ungodly people in the name of God

I hate Jesus and Mohammed

Men kill for them 

Bad cousins whose innocent perish for them 

If bullets are toys

Kids would go for X-Mas without them 

If children of AK47 are beads

Children would never wear them 

He who lost in the storm of lies

Never see the shores of truths 

He is a man in the middle of a fallacy

Instructing his army to fight for God 

Fighting to conceal his mediocrity 

I love my father 

For he had never stepped at the church door 

For he had never touched down his forehead in Mosque 

 

Serfdom and slavery are dwarf of freedom and independence

By Atok Dan Baguoot 

The prey of a predator is out of its den 

The prey resists its predator 

In the long cold,

A human prey resists a human predator 

Out of the den of predators is out of the den of servitude 

Out of the den of predators is out of the den of slavery 

The sweet perfume of serfdom is the skunk of mastery 

Mastery in falsehood is a tentative to self-deceit

 

Deceit to a wise is a morning loud bell of a distant fool 

Bell them out 

They bell off to ill submissiveness 

Our naked weakness, 

Glowing light the naked fire for freedom 

Serfdom and slavery dwarf freedom and independence 

Cursing your birthday is a celebration of my birthday 

Curse, not your wrong limbo, rejoice forth of oppressed Raw hatred took thy forth pride, fresh hatred brings thee forth pride Coil up against flattery, coil up against thy weapons Sharp tip thy tongue in lies, blunt tip thy tongue in truths Friends of God are foes who meet at heavenly gate Heavenly gate is an avenue of disarming earthly foes off thy weapons If the heavens of two gods give freedom Heavens of two gods can give love for earthly foes As heaven is known for love and forgiveness Earth is known for hatred and jealousy Love not he who killed your ancestors Hate him who tortures you Part him he who mock you Flog them with your card, flog them with your ceramic ink thumb Vote off slavery, vote for your earthly rest before heavenly rest People called it freedom, I called it shed off dress of slavery It is also known as building monument of martyrs It is about building mountains one own burden 

 

Let message go to them that is it made achievable

By Atok Dan Baguoot 

Let the message go to them that is it made achievable 

Let it go to them they who doubt 

Let it go to them that it is possible 

Let them know that it is no longer foreign but theirs 

Tell it to them over the mountains and hills for fear 

To them residing in the valleys and swamps known for deaths 

To them residing in the wheat fields and rice schemes but hungry 

To them residing along the dense forest and tall savannah grass in a hideout 

To them residing in the cattle camps and desert but starving 

To them residing in tattered towns and villages of despair and humiliation 

That it is no longer foreign but made yours on that day 

That your efforts had ransomed the prisoners 

That your long-suffering had pardoned their despair 

That the bereaved widows, orphans, and widowers shall rejoice 

To them who still yell desperately in Yei 

To them who still rumor negatively in Rumbek 

To them who are still in awesome wailing in Aweil

 

To man and woman who still rank low in Renk 

To them who still panic in perennial raids in Parieng 

Peace is to them in perennial abysmal in Abyei 

Rest is to those raged by border wars in Raja 

A fantastic future is too unfortunate for children in Fashoda 

In the human poaching zone of Pochalla is prosperity 

Economic boom to them who tolerated sky bombs in Buma 

Jubilation to the old man and woman living in boredom in Bor 

Justice to them last them they who were unjustly treated in Juba 

Merriness to them they who marched strongly in Maridi 

To the youth who tolerated terroristic acts in Torit is tour free 

To women who were robbed and raped in Warrap is restored glory 

The best is to those who were battered in Bentiu