Poem: Better Two Ugly Maps

"Northern Sudan
Have thrown Southern Sudan to wolves
Several times before, and as now, our grievances on ice
The North wants the South to stay, but where in the World
Would you refuse someone – go lodging,"

 By, Gabriel M. Tor
 

The exit is now, and the exit is here
Cut Sudan map into two – South and North.
You will see two ugly maps, than the old one we know
 But an ugly map, is better than an ugly government
We will take it; we will get use to it
To the closest exit – comes 2011
On the Referendum day – cut South and North.
Southern Sudan must go as a nation. 
The reasons of our separation are many
And so urgent to be ignored, Northern Sudan
Have thrown Southern Sudan to wolves
Several times before, and as now, our grievances on ice
The North wants the South to stay, but where in the World
Would you refuse someone – go lodging,
When you cannot afford
To provide beddings. 
We have paid enough to be considered part of the entire Sudan
But that did not pay back for decades; it’s time for us to pay ourselves
Pay the nation, pay yourself, for committed millions of lives- lost
Vote for independent South – Sudan, referendum for secession.
When twenty eleven – zero one – zero nine, comes.
Independent South – Independent State            
This is not a runaway trick –  from our patriotic comrades
In the Nuba mountains, the Blue Nile, the Fur and all those 
The poetry rules did not allow me, to mention. Soon, we will return for all
Who’s the map of Southern Sudan could not accommodate
To reunite the Nation, But now we have emergency to run. 
To fly our yellow-star flag
Proudly - up high on the Buma Hills
Flying gently on the River Nile shores
With foundation deep down in Juba
Flying freely in space, in Bor-Town,
While waving, independently
In the Greater Bhar-El Ghazel Regions.
Claiming the Nuba Mountains, the Blue Nile …… 
Our exiles, for the last two civil wars have not returned
We need to bring them Home.
We do one now, two later
United - Independent South 1st
United South
Independent South
Think Referendum, on the South Wing.
Think Independence
Not enslavement
To the closest exit
Comes, twenty eleven.  
 

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