Buried Hearts

A war has broken out in Sudan. The land of revolutionaries. The land of generosity and kindness. The next three poems are dedicated to you Sudan 🇸🇩

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The last time I left Sudan

I buried my heart within its sands

In a spot between the Date palms

One piece beneath the gardens and threw another into the Nile

To come and retrieve one day

To stitch the country back together and nurse all  her wounds

For Sudan has many buried hearts and mine is just one amongst them

She is tired

Within her deep eyes

Shadows of past dictatorships and stories of greed

Races for leadership expensive;

blood the price

Land irrigated by the tears she weeps

Oh Sudan our beloved

We prepare

To return one day

For we will return one day

• Rana Galgal

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