Sir. Abunerry

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THE PEN WRITES, THE BIBLE DECLARES .

We Use Pens and Words Writers weapons are pens Pastors weapons are Bibles Their Bullets are Words of Truth Their Shields are; The Oppressed, The Vulnerable The Poor The Unemployed The Voiceless If you hate pens or the Bible, You are a gang You are a killer You are an oppressor If you hate pens or the Bible You are a wicked You are heartless. You are worthless The Pens will reign in anyway 'cause the Bible will reign eternally The WORD OF TRUTH is everlasting It is Sharper and Bitter. It can't Fellowship with Lies It stands alone to prevail It is compassionate It is considerate It dines in Love It HOLDS everyone accountable It knows no party It knows no ideologies It knows no politics It is human, it is Word of Truth The Pen, the Bible is Truth That stands for love and justice Sir. Abunerry Writer Critic and Poet

HOME IS CALLING.

Your house roofs went to market, When will you learn? Your chiefs are killed day and night, When will you learn? Your crops suffer under their watch, When will you learn? Your children sleep in the open, When will you learn? Your small businesses are hijacked, When will you learn? The borders are controlled by strangers, When will you learn? You live like foreigners in your own house, When will you learn? Your lands are seized by them, When will you learn? You are kept in displaced camps, When will you learn? You rent a garden just to survive, When will you learn? Yes, terror walks within your land, When will you learn? Lying in broad daylight, mingling among you, When will you learn? They are using your daughters, When will you learn? Your daughters are draining your blood, When will you learn? With the king of corruption, hegemony, and destruction, When will you learn? Covered with lies in red colour, When will you learn? Wake up, son of man! Dress up, dress for war Home is calling! ...

MY HANDS RAN THROUGH HER WAIST

The wait is over, and the joy and celebrations Echoed through the forests Garments sewn in different tastes Leopard-fashioned and tiger skins The oracles of power Young and old, male and female Ready to see the most celebrated Echoed marine queen. No time should pass unused Waste it at your own folly Simpo Gladys is in the palace Dropped my fishing net Threw the hooks behind the apple trees, ran Through the caves, to my ornamented elephant skins Kept securely, to meet my dream girl, Simpo That battle was great; I must win The music hit high: the ukulele, the lyres, the harps. The flutes drove the mysterious blockades The ululations, the jubilations Tones heightened beyond the mountains Dogs, goats, hyenas, and foxes Hid themselves Traumatised by the hot beats of the drums I must touch her, yes, Simpo Gladys: the breasts The hot lips, the calabash buttocks, the flattened womb The glowing eyes, and bloody tongue I must suck And the dance kicked on; through the door I peeped She sat alone...

PRESIDENT KIIR: The Blind King in Power.

"...w hen the wicked rule, the people groan..." Proverbs 29:2 King Kiir knows not the difference between "yes" and "no". He says whatever keeps him in power King Kiir does not know the difference between good and evil. He trades one for the other without blinking King Kiir does not know the difference between God and Satan He invokes both while betraying both King Kiir does not know the difference between right and wrong. He only knows what benefits him King Kiir does not know the difference between yesterday and today. He keeps dragging South Sudan back to war King Kiir does not know the difference between corruption and accountability. He protects thieves and punishes the honest. King Kiir does not know the difference between poverty and prosperity. His people starve while his circle gets rich King Kiir does not know the difference between Morobo and Koboko He confuses citizens with foreigners King Kiir does not know the...

THOUGHTS OF LAKER FILLED MY HEART ❤️ ❤️

22-5-2026 Poem: The Akwaya struck and left me sore, Its burning pain cut to my core. I slipped from Yat Yaa near the stream While others laughed and mocked my scream I climbed back down and hurried home Bleeding, angry, left alone How could Laker raise her hand Against the laws of Gott Lotti land? That night I missed the Wang Oo fire, Too weak to join the village choir I lay upon my Amokoding bed While thoughts of Laker filled my head The lyres and harps played from afar Their rhythms rising like a star Laker is dancing there tonight I whispered softly in the night My heart cried out with deep desire Her beauty feeding hidden fire Her voice drifted across the air So sweet the ancestors could hear The darkness grew, yet I could see Her shining teeth still calling me Like fireflies at Wang Ayii Glowing through the night so free Then suddenly a knock came near A gentle voice fell on my ear “I am Laker,” she said You called for me from your bed My heart stood still; I feared to move N...

"And the Lord Gave the 'SPLM' up to the Plunderers." Judges 2:14

The Voice of Ink Until justice and righteousness are restored, no political legacy can stand. 16th May 2026 Torit In 2008, the SPLM political party undertook a nationwide census and membership registration. I officially registered as a party member in Nimule, marking the beginning of my interest in politics and community issues. At the time, I knew of no other political parties much until 2010, when Dr Lam Akol formed SPLM-DC to challenge President Salva Kiir of the then government of Southern Sudan. To my ambition, I had several reasons for joining the SPLM, one of which was the desire to shape my political path through party affiliation. However, my expectations were not met. From what I observed, even committed members, such as some Members of Parliament under the opposition parties in the Torit Assembly or Juba, faced suppression despite actively promoting the SPLM agenda initially. Originally, the SPLM was built on a powerful vision: unity, equality, and liberty for all who ...