Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla Poems

No need killing ourselves like a tiger. We all belong to likewise clan in the name of belief as an identity and burgeon.

We are the whole Sudanese under the sun sparkles vivid when we shake off a fetter for clannish; when we can empathize nourishment for bounty, hatred for love, animosity for pity, hostility for pax.
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Our hearts were broken for good. I would always be over mileage, tears had been falling now for so long, you have been unchained from desolation and sufferance.

You have been liberated, your tale has touched ruck, all close and widely a mile, on the night you were taken from us, in the sky was a lone glisten star.
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I hear the winds of autumn sigh. You were someone who I love from the heart.

You were the person who helped me through difficult times, your comforting words were worth much more than dimes.
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Good hygiene and carrying our enclosing pure is always the ability to eradicate illness
I didn't care about you taught me a lifetime lesson to be aware of my health much more
You may also be plugging by transmission of blood from infected populations or by the use of contaminated needles or syringes
I didn't care about you taught me a lifetime lesson to be aware of my health much more
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Pretty eyes feel like reading a novel written on my life; everything you do I think once walk this road, how wink and blink time goes on it.

I will be printing and adding to memory box for you to read; let's appreciate life as it goes so deep; Tired face is coming home tight from the daily race of soul tight.
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I am a Muslim who doesn't believe in violence or killing; I am a Muslim who doesn't use bombs, he is rather calm.

I am a Muslim who cares for my neighbors, not hurting them.
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All of a sudden we would cry, you have no heart, you are grungy chicken as you flew bullets over our town. We are peaceful people; cruel aggression was never planned, but always borne on the wings of fury in allegory and similitude of sneer.

You have kept millions weeping and wailing while you won and chewing on their legacy because you want to leg up the country; there is the blood of the pure you have shed on the ground making no bones; many virtuous people kicked the bucket by your negative power.
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Assistance is great eyeful fearless men loss of life for duty each cherishes the earth; the simple truth is that these things are appraisal, as is this country's debt to all who serve, and pay the price for liberty on this nation.

Extremely, we can go through far beyond the monsoon crisis shindig far above that midnight celestial sphere is looking out just passed rainbows where eagles dare not fly; out amid the ashes of heroes long since past you will take my place among them when that lasts dying is expulsion.
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You demand to bustle up; you were told the armed-fighting should end, but it cleaves going from day to day, and you forget to smile and can't enact you are surrounded by suicidal, and you keep waiting for someone to crux; the towns and villages are ruined at their thrust, as are your hearts and souls, you ignore that every door has its own unique lock.

You dream to glide like a dove, our contests, the clouds etch flowers into the land, so peace prevails; we are the bloods of the light who pine for the sun; do not cleft our craving angst of the dark.
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Darfur was ebbing and breathed life into the pleura of the men, certify them live, concede them flourish, If you do nothing they will demise the conflicts of past severed gash families removed thriving clouds like evil thunder the flashing burst that strikes the grounds.

People of Darfur spotted for assassination, molestation of their edge. Those who got through wildfires' reminder of hated persist life will never be an identical intergenerational holocaust ruin of civilization ethics folk tales of earliest diminished to embers.
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