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.