DESPERATE JOURNEY A few years down the road, I thought of crossing borders In search of greener pastures. I didn't want to be a refugee in Uganda I had felt the smell of it in the 90s. Life was at stake, I didn't want a repeat. I was threatened by allegations, I was accused, robbed many times, Jailed twice and drowned in hunger Bled internally, but pretended strongly. Every time I decide on the desperate journey, I am reminded of one thing: Your home shall be fine one day. Yet the economy continues to collapse Security continues to erode, Death clings, feeding everywhere With joy, children celebrate Gunshots like New Year's fireworks This has not been easy I thought of traveling only to find Myself in a training site My friend Simon insisted Today he is in France. Yet, the desperate journey Has finished young South Sudanese. It is only God's providence That one can cross The 200 km Libyan desert. It is only God's grace That one can cross The stormy 60 km Mediterra...
21-4-2026 They created the ground, we opted to utilize it Our survival they ramshackle it They blamed us for living free They tortured us, our legs they pegged tight With no mercy, they drove us On rugs and rigs lands. With thorn and thistle, They dropped us into caves We became aliens in our own land, Fractured and scattered in our own home Left to stink to the mercy of ants. Ouch, the future is dull and junky. Ouch, what a dustbin of tomorrow. Ouch, is there a deliverer in the distance? Ouch, cries my future! © Sir Abunerry