Progress is never a conciliation with the Norms.. Understanding is never an isolation from Cross-Borders.. and Love is never a Loneliness nor Greed..!

Friday, April 20, 2012

Heglig..

A dead soldier at Heglig..
Could be a northern or a Southern..
However; A Sudanese..!

Heglig.. where Sudanese bloods mixed and wasted..
It is the frustrated search for a victory; in times of decline..
It is the hilarious quest of ID; in times of defeat..
It is the adolescent emotions; in times of partition..
The political anarchy dominates the scene..

Pity..!

Both shrills and screams had their tunes right..
Laughs and tears came at the same night..
A land had known the same feet in draughts..
Swallowed their ancestors, waste and sweat
A spot listened to harmony of voices and lights
Not a Curse of Oil among people cursed by fights..
But a Curse of Politics among people lost their sights..!


عندما امتزجت إيقاعات الزغاريد والعويل
عندما ذُرفت الضحكات والدموع في نفس الليلة
هذه الأرض قد عرفت تلك الأقدام منذ مواقيت الجفاف
لقد ابتلعت من قبل أسلافهم ، ونفاياتهم وعرقهم
لقد استمتعت هذه البقعة بانسجام أصواتهم وأنوارهم
انها ليست لعنة النفط بين اناس موصومون بالقتال
لكنها لعنة السياسة بين اناس قد خسروا صفاء اذهانهم

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