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Mohamed Jama Poem
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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Mohamed Jama Poem
MY MUM
You are my atmost treasure
Beyond any measure
And it gives me great pleasure
To present to you this humble gesture.
You always spend your time
And your dime
To make me your prime
For me you care
You taught me to share
When contradict you, i dare
All my nonsense, you bare
Mum no one could take your place
Other people could try, bt who can much your grace
To me, you are worth more than gold
How can your value be told?
Ever in our hearts and minds
Radiantly your character shines.
My Allah bless you
Copyright © Mohamed Jama | Year Posted 2017
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