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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...

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Categories: somalia, hero, patriotic, philosophy, poetry,
Form: ABC
A Dying Man In Somalia
The stick-like drying bones of my little children
Haunt the tom-tom pulse of my heart.
Their electric bulb-like eyes drawn out by starvation's brethren
Mock our nation badly torn apart


By hunger endorsed by pitiless drought
As hope melts in lightning speed, death record boards increase.
Why are we let to...

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Categories: somalia, death, depression, sympathy, me,
Form: Rhyme
My Seven Poems To Africa: Somalia
I FEEL THE PAINS OF SOMALIA EVEN THOUGH I AM NOT KENYATTA
BLOODY STREETS FILLED WITH BLOODY AL-SHABAABS’ FEEDING THE HUNGRY CHILDREN WITH NAKED BULLETS
THEY TRADE PEACE FOR FOOD
CAN THIS BE FOOD FOR THOUGHT?
FROM AFAR I SEE A WIDOW IN A ROOM WITH NO WINDOWS AND...

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Categories: somalia, black african american, political,
Form:

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry



Somalia Calling
I met a talking moon 
on the road of death.
What easily comes, goes easily with winds.
I was counting the ribs of
my dying child. He went into the
woods to fight the unknown wars
of hunger.

Bunker:it went into flames 
sailing into brilliance of space.
I am going to inherit...

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Categories: somalia, art,
Form: ABC
STORIES OF SOMALIA
Where do I start?
Could I brief about its abundant gold?
Or the amazing traditions so old
Of storytelling and poetry so strong and bold

Can I talk a little about its coastline?
That stretches as far as the Indian ocean
Or about its serene and beautiful people
Of poetic voices and...

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Categories: somalia, 11th grade, angst, society,
Form: Free verse
Innocent Children Are the Largest Victims
No blood would ooze out if cut by blade
No flesh below to sink, nothing inside shakes
Bare bones protruding here and there like spikes
Vacant look in the eyes
Yet the body breathes and survives;
Skeleton like children of Somalia, one of the African tribes.
Somalia carries the most pathetic...

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Categories: somalia, africa,
Form: Free verse




Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry