Born to Write

By Sabbath de Yecouba

Born to write is a poetry collection. It contains the voice of the suffering Africans and entirely the observant voices who feel compassionate about them. Most of the poems were written out of the experience of the writer.
The collection is organized based on the common message the poems convey to the society.
It incorporates humor to knit the ideas in their flow.
As you see inside, you will realize what it contains.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Sep 9, 2013
• ISBN: 9781491877388

Sabbath de Yecouba

Mam'er Abraham Ku'ot (Sabbath de Yecouba) is a Journalist and a poet. He studied Journalism and Mass Communication at Mount Kenya University, Kenya. Sabbath was born in Panyagoor, the current headquarter of Twic East County, South Sudan in 1985. He now lives in Juba, South Sudan.

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Published by AuthorHouse 09/03/2013

ISBN: 978-1-4918-7735-7 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4918-7738-8 (e)

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Contents

NATURE POETRY

The Bitter Tears

Born to Write

Ants of the Savannah

Who is an enemy????

Hurting our souls

Emergence of new world

Rhythm of Asylum

Beloved Sister

A gay meddle

When poverty conquers

the world

The doom regime

You be called fair?

Achieeu

True manhood

Man for a woman

Life can’t wait

Curse Me Misfortune

Tell tale you tell

Boyish with beards

Poverty

Left alone

Adventure

The dice game

Gagged

The stove of scandals

Vicious for me

Miser of our lives

The shadow

A deceased back

What pain?

The torn clothing

Animals not humane

Arrival of prodigal son

Hope

Song of reunion

Talk of the century

No pain no gain

Sweat in the Morning Sun

Goddess of the sea

A dead end

A million on coffin

K-A-K-U-M-A-

Moral Lessons

The Lone Pair

Just like you felt

No pain killers

Forced into disgrace

Visions and dreams

Meaningful stitches

Scorning nature of the world

ROMANTIC POETRY

Honey

Go change

Wrath in my painful struggle

They don’t know

Hugging sorrow

Letter to my love

Mizallianz

In glory like an angel

Born To Toil

Husband of Every Child

Farewell we never knew

The love song

Love is Kind

My Little Deaf Wife

The guardian angel

In the core of my heart

Queen of th’moon

When love is Paltry

Heart Transplant

I’m expired

Cold face

Nothing to Caress

Right to choose

Smart but conical

RELIGIOUS POETRY

Reserves of sulphur preached

Haters’ Prayer

Devil shall perish

POLITICAL POETRY

Fix My Nose

Are you a true Southerner?

Heroes shed no tears

Fifty Piastres

Boom

Sodom and Gomorra

Missing peace

In reminiscence of my dad

Aperture in my soul

Liberty Anthem

Wea Tu Häid?

A bride to woo

An abattoir

The mingling stick

An African child

We’re Alive

A leader we nev’r have

Sun rise

Endo-parasites

Wise Choice

Akwap on Akwap

The return

HEALTH POETRY

Two Wheels’ Death

Cartoons network

Rubbish heap

Driving machine

The leader to be

In hell

Breaking news

The murderer

Of what notions?

EDUCATIONAL POETRY

Education

The battle of knowledge

Education’s liberty

Piece of Brain

Venus

Hidden gift behind education

NATURE POETRY

The Bitter Tears

Under this shade

Heat is showered

Only in the forest not a living place

I wish my parents emerge here

Am no good to walk with my peer

If I will ever have minutes of rest

To sleep with rats

Must I return at long last?

For the leftovers

Rats will spend night on me

Biting my thumbs and feet

Then emptying the plates

The eloquent public speech

Turns to oppression

Child, sufuria and clothes

All for me to observe

School is behind the kitchen

No short cut unless that tedious road

Breakfast before I brush and wash

I wash crockery

Day scholars dot for their lessons

The brush and washing before breakfast usually

Before taking breakfast I do

This sleeping maniac throws basket

That’s the lunch beginning

Big words thrown on me

My friends get rid of the breakfast

On my walk to the market

Lunch will be ready

And I must be sent somewhere in a while

On my return supper should be prepared

By the time I see those uniforms I admire

Along the road

I will be busy in my bedroom

Stirring competing with darkness

They later go for dinner me dressing beds

God you have seen all these

Sweet daddy you left me here

Mummy with you as well

Who shall I call next?

Oh doves you are said to be kind

Bear mercy on me

I am twenty years, young

I can’t weigh the beauty I possess

Boys see me and walk on all fours

Admiring me in my daily dress

My bare feet and smile broadly

I can’t write a single letter of love

You love me I get it

But I admire sufuria more than you

For I am used to it

That’s why I always turn my face aside

Then you beckon on my back

I will marry knowledge

Worse I still fear

That in a day or two

I’ll get good clothes and shoes

Heading for a villager’s home

Before getting my dreams true

I’ll rather marry rats if not a Penn

Born to Write

I was born in broad day’s light

For the world to see me insight

Mom, give me a pen and a paper

I don’t want that breast brushed with a pepper

I want to suckle the letter on your forehead

Letter ‘v’ scarified on your head

Four you write with your hand akimbo

You kiss me, saliva a Kimbo

I want to write to the world

I want to write them a word

Naturally you write letter L perfectly

I want to write decently

I grew up and shot birds with a catapult

The soup of Uncle