In South Sudan, where the Nile flows,
Power struggles rage and death bestows.
The land absorbs the people’s pain,
As leaders fight for power to gain.

The children, innocent and pure,
Are caught in the crossfire, unsure.
Their future filled with death and fear,
Their cries ignored, their hopes unclear.

The women, strong and brave,
Bear the burden of a war-torn place.
Their bodies broken, their hearts aflame,
For the love of their land, they will not be tamed.

Africa, the continent of kings,
Now torn by war, its beauty stings.
The world watches, but does not act,
As the people suffer and leaders distract.

Present wars ravage our earth,
Leaving behind a trail of hurt.
The desire for peace is strong and true,
But it will only come through love, that’s true.

The Nile runs red with the blood of the innocent,
Their lives taken, their fate is evident.
The land once green, now barren and dry,
A reflection of the people’s cry.

The leaders, blinded by greed and power,
Leave the people to suffer hour by hour.
Their ambition knows no bounds,
As the people’s cries are drowned.

In South Sudan, the land of hope,
The people struggle to find a way to cope.
Their dreams shattered, their spirits broke,
As the war rages on, with no end in sight.

The children, the future of this land,
Are forced to grow up fast, to take a stand.
Their innocence lost, their hearts full of fear,
As they witness the violence, all too near.

The women, the backbone of this nation,
Are left to bear the burden of devastation.
Their bodies and souls scarred, their hearts heavy with sorrow,
As they mourn for the loved ones lost in this war.

Africa, the land of beauty and wonder,
Now torn by conflict and torn asunder.
The world watches, but does not intervene,
As the people of South Sudan, struggle to be seen.

Present wars ravage our world,
Leaving behind a trail of hurt and unfurled.
The desire for peace is stronger than ever,
But it will only come through love, that’s true endeavor.

The Nile, once a symbol of life,
Now a reminder of the people’s strife.
The water once clean, now polluted and stained,
A reflection of the leaders’ disdain.

The leaders, driven by greed and pride,
Leave the people to suffer and hide.
Their ambition knows no bounds,
As the people’s cries are drowned.

In South Sudan, the land of promise,
The people struggle to survive and endorse.
Their dreams shattered, their spirits broke,
As the war rages on, with no end in sight.

The children, the future of this land,
Are forced to grow up fast, to take a stand.
Their innocence lost, their hearts full of fear,
As they witness the violence, all too near.

The women, the backbone of this nation,
Are left to bear the burden of devastation.
Their bodies and souls scarred, their hearts heavy with sorrow,
As they mourn for the loved ones lost in this war.

Africa, the land of hope and pride
Now torn by war and corruption, unable to hide.
The world watches, but does not intervene,
As the people of South Sudan, struggle to be seen.

The landscape once lush and green,
Now barren and desolate, a war machine.
The rivers and lakes, now dry and cracked,
A reflection of the people’s fate.

The leaders, consumed by their desire for power,
Leave the people to suffer in the darkest hour.
Their ambition knows no bounds,
As the people’s cries are drowned.

In South Sudan, the land of potential,
The people struggle to find a way to be essential.
Their dreams shattered, their spirits broke,
As the war rages on, with no end in sight.

The children, the future of this land,
Are forced to grow up fast, to take a stand.
Their innocence lost, their hearts full of fear,
As they witness the violence, all too near.

The women, the backbone of this nation,
Are left to bear the burden of devastation.
Their bodies and souls scarred, their hearts heavy with sorrow,
As they mourn for the loved ones lost in this war.

Africa, the land of diversity and culture,
Now torn by war and corruption,
unable to hide. The world watches, but does not intervene,
As the people of South Sudan, struggle to be seen.

The landscape once lush and green,
Now barren and desolate, a war machine.
The rivers and lakes, now dry and cracked,
A reflection of the people’s fate.

The leaders, consumed by their desire for power,
Leave the people to suffer in the darkest hour.
Their ambition knows no bounds,
As the people’s cries are drowned.

In South Sudan, the land of potential,
The people struggle to find a way to be essential.
Their dreams shattered, their spirits broke,
As the war rages on, with no end in sight.

The children, the future of this land,
Are forced to grow up fast, to take a stand.
Their innocence lost, their hearts full of fear,
As they witness the violence, all too near.

The women, the backbone of this nation,
Are left to bear the burden of devastation.
Their bodies and souls scarred, their hearts heavy with sorrow,
As they mourn for the loved ones lost in this war.

Africa, the land of diversity and culture,
Now torn by war, its future unsure.
The world watches, but does not act,
As the people of South Sudan, suffer and react.

The desire for peace is strong and true,
But it will only come through love, that’s true.
Let us mourn for the children and the women,
And strive for a better future, for South Sudan.