For the love of Somalia
Lost, without an answer
A riddle, with no solution
Faith, betraying me
Betrayal, strengthening my faith
Adrift, I am, a paper boat
Fine sight in a dry desert
I flew above the clouds
It rains in the desert, my heart overflows
A paper rocket
With the waxen wings of Icarus
Burnt? No, for the love of Somalia
I fall down
My raising hopes
Pinned on a falling star.
I pray, then
For fortitude, for sense, for peace
Zana H Hashi
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