Somalia Poem by Mahmud Farah

Somalia



Can u see what’s killing us?
I wish I could
But instead their blood turns my vision blurry
The pace of peace doesn’t hurry
I wish it would

Iron bullets paint vivid images, motionless
Yes the colour red, creatures a terrible mess
I hope the end is near
They tell me to have no fear
I try to imagine a utopia, rivers filled with honey
But the thought never sticks and turns runny

Instead I see a crib laced in blood
My little sister who they buried in the mud
Every time I feel home sick, I look at my burned hut
Death is inescapable like the air we breathe
100’s have screamed help but are now deceased
I now know I shall never be saved
But I keep my head up high and look proud as our flag waves

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Abdiwahab Guure 05 November 2009

nice poem bro................

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