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 Mediterranean Sea.
Every day,
I see young men and girls crawling
Through the desert, looking for a better home.
I think heavenward.
Every day,
I see young Junubin crashing
Into the Mediterranean
I cry, being a South Sudanese.
If I could have the opportunity to move out,
I would love to live far away in a cave
Not because I committed a crime,
Not because I fear accountability,
But because I want peace
A right for everyone to enjoy.
South Sudan is bleeding
But until when will it stop?
© Abunerry

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