Omar Ahmed

Rookie - 0 Points (6/2/1979 / Marka, Somalia)

Are We There Yet - Poem by Omar Ahmed

I put my mind on it
when the day starts with guns
blowing away all the corners
only way to move is creeping
on streets like reptiles
bullets flying
like leaves of trees
even street kids
got guns like AK47s
all I hear is tribisms
and rocket propelled grenades
blow you away if you front
but people not realizing why they killing
each other brutally

all I am saying are we ther yet
or we still don't know what was the pioson
we need to radicate tribism
and need unity and peace


I always put in my mind
what would happen to us
without that evil Berlin conference
where white people divided us
like a peace of cake
way before they come
we were brother and sisters in Africa
there was tribism or clanism
only to know each other better
but white missionaries in early centuries
injected in us a pioson called hatred
with each other

all I am saying are we ther yet
or we still don't know what was the pioson
we need to radicate tribism
and need unity and peace


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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 2, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 26, 2011


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