As i walk into the distance unsure of what the future holds,
questions riddle my mind.
why does this happen again?
why must we suffer this fate?
all our visitors are now leaving us and returning to their homes
no longer can they handle the injustices in our backyard
enough is enough and we need a way out too,
what about us? what if this is our home??
my tribe puts me in jeopardy anytime i walk on the street,
a walking target i have become
dead man walking i will always be.
all we can do is wait for a better time when the fighting will be done
when they put down their guns
and sign peace treaty’s
but in the meantime all we can do,
is pray for South Sudan.