Survive, Alive And Adpting

Black Smoke, Bad News

Where there's smoke,

There's flame—

Alive, beautiful, and dangerous,

Dancing, taking lives.

Instilling fear in hearts,

Appearing in hell and on earth.

Breathtaking in many ways,

Starting from one side,

Destroying lands.

When flames fill the air,

No good ending follows.

Escape to sea or unknown lands,

Any way to keep our soul.

They come fast, unseen,

The worst are bombs—vast, they pound,

Making blood spill all around.

No homes,

Nothing to return to.

Blood spilled, families mourn,

There can be only one.

Forever etched in nightmares,

Never healing scars.

We can only sigh

And continue on.

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I live in a country

Where the Fast Reinforcement rebels

Kill citizens, steal aluminum,

Taking whatever is precious.

Killing countless: the elderly,

The special needs,

The teenage boys, the young adults.

They destroyed and opened doors

To everyone.

I’m in my 4th year at university,

Last year, our university moved locations

To hold exams—

This year, another location.

They hit the city’s airport—

That’s how it started in other cities.

I wonder where I’ll go next,

Even more, how I’ll take my final exams.

This is the current Sudan.

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Side Note:

I'm not complaining—just informing

For the sake of my poem.

Health, happiness, and better days to everyone.