Till Heaven Comes
Hurricane blown me far beyond
From my mother's womb
To this useless anxious life
Squeezing my life slowly
Every bit of energy out of me,
I'm like a walking skeleton
Moving frame of bones
But signs and omen to my future
I wonder if I'm still alive.
The galaxy is glowing
Brightening the skies
Moon reflects sunshine
Stars twinkling with beauty
So heaven seems to have peace Internal peace for skies
To void the human suffering I wonder if I'm still alive.
What is the cause of human suffering?
Could it be wars and crazy numbness?
Religious superiority or technology knows how?
Tell me what is it?
I'm confused
I'm a war child
I was born in war
I fought wars
I survived in war
I was traumatized by war
I'm still in war
I wonder if I'm still alive.
Do I deserve peace as a child?
From my first years as under age
Why am I exposed to war?
Why am I forced to hold an AK-47?
At the age of ten?
Will I ever taste freedom?
Will I ever abandon the AK-47
And go to school?
Who will be that Samaritan?
Who will bring peace to my country Sudan?
Who will claim my child rights to me?
Who will let me drop my AK-47 I love to hate?
Do you feel me as I talk?
I wonder if I'm still alive
Memories are what I'm left for
Look at my age mates around the world
Enjoying their freedom, peace and harmony
Luxury bedding and fabulous foods
But why me sleeping on a bark of trees as my mattress?
Wild berries is what I eat for
Breakfast, lunch and supper
Was I born to suffer?
Will I ever deserve such freedom?
Who will heal my wounds?
I wonder if I'm still alive
- Kim Simon Jial
The Mist of the Valley, Which Was Full of Bones by Atem Aleu
