Nursed in troubled placenta

By Atok Dan

Boiled up, boiled down in trouble,

but still in trouble

it was in Sudan, the  land of discords

my blood still oozes with oxygen carrying traces of oppression

Sudan, I was born in you

Nursed in the land of discords

But born in the troubled placenta of discord

In troubles did I ever known civility

But discord,

Hate of hatreds 

A kid born past the oppressed date

can never live to tell the tales of troubling placenta

It is a freed human generation

Ado, can I say a hand at work

At work with evils

Trigger death to a peaceful soul

in the troubled placenta, we fought wars

Never was it an ideological

but an ideology of survival

It was Sudan, the land of discords where a man died for God

John Penn called it the soldiers of God

In Sudan, the man poised holy to kill

skillful killer, in the name of God