Oh innocent poor black child of the soil

By Atok Dan

Oh child of black mother
Mother of the black soil
Oh child of abuse
Abused because of your dark soil
Proud colour of your soil
True reflect of your colour
Soil of your ancestors

Oh child of altered history
Oh soil of altered history
Oh child of true distorted history
Whose ownership of the soil is denied
Whose ownership of the history is denied

Oh helpless black child
Oh blindfolded child
Stand tall for your history
History of your pride
See the defeated monster
He still struggle
Struggle to rejuvenate
Struggle to foster his deceits
Snake-like creature
Known of his deceits

Oh innocent poor black child of the soil
Of your depleted resources
Never be cajole
Cajole by ill gifts
Products of your own soil
Why let yourself be flatter
Over your rightful riches
Over your fruitful rocky black soil
Over your wealthy black soil

Oh bloodiest black soil
Oh unjust black soil
Over you is blood of your child
On you is your child cries for long denied justice
Denied over centuries
Oh black soil whose child is a beginner in twenty first century
Is it the best of your child?
Child you laboured
Laboured to protect you
Oh confused black soil
Oh confused poor black child of the soil
Oh black soil embed with ill-differences in her child
Your only child
On the foot of Imatong
Along the rocky valleys of the Nile
Along the swamps of the Nile
Along the well-scattered seasonal savannah lands
Among the thick equatorial forests

Oh unmerciful black soil
Oh black soil of diverse beauties
Of the continuous cascading rivers
Of the short and tall
Of the hilly and plain lands
Oh black soil that has completely swallowed
Series of its generations
Oh descriptive bread basket of the region
Hear the cries of your child
Discard the laughter of your sojourners
Oh my rightful and fascinate black soil.

By Atok Dan
He is a journalist working for Southern Sudan Radio and TV and can be reached atokbaguot@gmail.com, or 0917221411/0955410005