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
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