User:Malong R Malual

Malong R Malual was born and raised in South Sudan during the civil war. He witnessed relatives murdered and villages burned down by the enemy. He was one of the luckiest people who survuved the war zone.

Recently, Malual wrote the following poem, as the way to educate people about his feeling about the past/present:

CARRY NO BLOOD

''Past's the present, present's the past

No tears in the eyes, no hope for life

I was born in fear, now in fear

Will be in fear, die in fear

Sudan's in fear, I cry for peace



History's clear; no better change but wars

There will never be a change but wars-

Ancient Sudan was dark, the modern worse.

My uncle was murdered, my friend will be killed-

Bloodshed, day by day-

The South wounded, the West bleeding

Should I blame Anglo-Egyptian?



The truth hides, no one cares

But I do care:

The vanishing of the colonial era-

The rise of the North to the power-

The rise of injustice and greed-

The rise of grief and darkness

The vanishing of democracy and freedom

Then concflict began, civil wars evolved

My people began to die endlessly

Kids and women were taken away;

Enslaved or shot to death, they were all gone.



Whose fault's it?



O Sudan, O Sudan! Hell of humans

Combat of militias aganist innocents

Grave of uncles and fathers

Why,why violence? Why war?



The sky dark and lightless

The sun rising, still shineless

The moon appeared, but brightless

Darkness' the sign of hatred

Trees burned by hatred

Happiness gone, cuz hatred

Hatred, hatred, hatred!



I bleed and shuck with blood

Pools full with my blood

My village washed away by blood

A river of blood.



Tears in my eyes, pouring

Like rain form a flood

They poured yesterday and today

And formed a flood.



The land flooded with tears and blood

All Sudan a flood. Flood, Flood, Flood!



I cry for the tragic loss

In the West and South:

O Kush, shame on you!

O Sud, shame on you!

I never spoke the words before

Never cried with tears before

But I now speak and cry-

Millions dead, the rest will die

Die, die, die!



O cannibals and predators-

O murderers of Kushians-

Kick my butt or I kick yours



The blood running all over

The White and Blue Niles full.

The journey begun in Numali

And no stop

It runs through Khartoum

But never stops

It passes through Red Sea

And never stops

It's a journey without stop.

O long River Nile of Sudan

O carrier of blood of Kushians

When will you end?

Where will you end?



Please stop! Stop where you are-

Enough's enough! Kill no humans

Carry no blood.''