SHE WASHED HER HAND // Gatluak Makong aka LEE MK II // POETRY
Gatluak Makong aka LEE MK II
SHE WASHED HER HAND
She washed her holy hand,
After wiping her father bleeding wound,
She thought it was an aid but died in pain.
She watched her mother flown in silence,
She thought it was a dream but sad reality,
She has now realized all is gone,
For she is a brave girl she will live.
One day she told her auntie as they were
telling stories, was my mother beauty
shine like I do? if yes, I want her back.
pause, her auntie, noding head and says;
this mother-land has broken souls;
this mother-land has broken promises.
she washed away her beauty
and her songs are bitter now.
no child is willing to sing again.
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GRIEF AND MY COUNTRY
His father was shot in the leg,
His mother died of gunshot,
His brother was abducted,
All he has left with is grief.
He always sit under helpless shade,
Looking for aid from his uncle;
of which he never knew is bloodshed.
His mother told him, son behold:
for this country drinks blood like
fresh milk, go and weep no me.
for this country knows no value
of her own citizens, go and sing
not in grief, but dance and love
them all.
His father told him, son never revenge.
for sin is not avenge, preach peace and love.
for sin is injustice portrayed at home.
freedom will one day say I am coming.
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