Souls In Somalia - Poem by Charles Jagongo
It is a rat and cat, a play so prolonged
A child is born, peace not in blood
Tricky game would follow, you do or be done
That one should be, a life is gone
Ten or twelve, a friendly gun in hand
None would help, but the gun in hand
Life is today, love is today, a soul is hardened
For life must be lived, in jungles, so broad.
A longing, for pen and paper would cross
Classes are a longing, a wall line hard to cross
For its fire,
for will to live!
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