His flattery tongue, is his silver tongue

By Atok Dan Baguoot



Perfectly, he made it

Made it perfectly for them the oppressed

Molded it into your perfection

Perfection of your innermost desire

Desire you covetously desired

Accord him credit he who made it

He made it for you



To relieve you the oppressed

Oppression beyond your ancient history

Oppression that molded you

Into laughing stock

Into shoe brush likeness

Into his utmost happiness



Relieved you relieve, rested it upon you

Upon you was his seat, Seat of his usual comforts

Comfort of dishonest, Comfort upon he likes most



But he who made it perfect had dared

Dared for your total perfection

He is for your more perfection

For your perfect perfection

Never is never more oppression



Out for more oppression, is out for more perfection

In for more oppression, is out for more perfection

In for more slavery, is in for more ignorance

In for more deceits, is in for your own more short memory

In for more self hatred, is in for more self humiliation

In for more self gossiping, is in for his self salvage





None a self-defensive right is never self rights

Rights never identified is never righteously granted

Accord him he who defended, for he defended

Accord him he who still in for it, in it for you

Voluntarily did he do it, did for self-discovery did he do it





Him who did it yesterday, is him who does it

Him who humiliates me, is him who humiliated me then

Never has he never changed, is never but him

His flattery tongue, is his silver tongue

His present peaceful tongue, is his tomorrow’s war-liked tongue

His present persuasive tongue, is his tomorrow’s harsh tongue

His current hoarse voice, is his tomorrow’s adamant voice

His voluntarily offers, is his defensive cajole



Comparative value, is his comparative devaluation

Does his devaluation, is his credence

False credence, is his force credence



Atok Dan is an employee if Southern Sudan Radio and TV and is reachable atokfuture@gmail.com or 09917221411/0121940974