I am the voice that shouts from mountain tops afar.
I am the ocean tide that puts out the flames of injustice.
I am the quiet breeze that eases the soul and mind.
I am the glimmering moon that illuminates the dark night.
I am the quiet sobs and sighs of children.
I am the tear drops that flood the river, the sunlight that brings warmth on a cold day.
I am the happiness and hope of my people.
I am the shade that instills peace in the minds of the oppressed.
I am the apple of every eye.
I am the strength of my people, the everlasting reminder of my faith and land.
I am the cries, sobs, sighs, and PLEAS of a child. What are you?
Nimo Abdi Warfa