I hear the silence sigh did the magpie die!
In the war of ethnic estrangement
As though that love was a lasting lie
This hate is a sacred sacrament!

Who sang of hope is no more there
Whose heart had spilled love everywhere
Has lost all beats on a lovelorn day
O’er streets baptized by a mean melee!

She was her unsplit nation’s pride
Who wrote her name on his bullet
Why many Christs lay crucified
Lest the lost love forget!

Shaden where fell many dreams will bloom
Where her heart bleeds and our soul longs
For the spirit of Sudan called Khartoum
THE LAST OF THE LOST SONGS!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra