Somalia
i want to write a book,
with the words the wise never understood.
with the intention to safe my neighborhood.
i know this is a strange route,
which is full of hooks.
but let me bear the pain,
because,big is what am about to gain.
please, am not for fame,
but bringing peace is my aim.
lets talk for the voiceless,
and give shade to the homeless,
we were once a united nation,
but west came with federation.
a symbol of separation,
that leads to partition
killings in addition.
This is neo-colonization
if only you could judge my observation.
Kenya stole our wealthy seas,
in our own regions they call us refugees.
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Copyright © Mohamed Jama | Year Posted 2016
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