Somalia Poems - Poems about 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 amazing storytelling skills I bet this you want to know not For...

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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 tableau in the world stage; Three fourth of its children below...

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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...

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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 the black grains of molten day. How I will confront the night...

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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 NOT WANTING TO SEE DAY LIGHT BECAUSE HER DAUGHTER DIED...

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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 perish in this hell sprout As rain's fury accelerates in...

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