SUDAN BOOKSHOP: REVALUTION

Howling Storm

It is a howling storm
Of powerful thundering gale
That day and night
Of struggle of sacrifice
Does sing and warble
In bliss and joy
Of win of victory
For that bright light
Of true real humanity
To illuminate and blight
Through all of the time
Of bard of poet
That fine good land
From ocean to bay
And from bay to ocean
Out of its sky
And fine beautiful horizon
Of freedom of democracy
With dignity of social justice
That day and night
Of flowers and thorns
Does high yell and cry
Out of its own voice
Of true real life
Who at that land
Of beclouded sun and moon
Of truth of beauty
Has made my own voice
Of that bright dawn
Too low and dumb.

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