By QB
I run away because
I’ve no parents, no home
I’ve lived with these men
I don’t know why
I’m here.
When the war started in Juba
What is the what in tribes
What is killing why tribes
What is the blood color
What is killing people.
Brothers killing other brothers
Brothers from different mothers
Brothers don’t know each other
Many thousand brothers died.
What I could remember
Thousands of corpse lying
With all open eyes
Digging land devices
Burying brothers
Peace in South Sudan.