Oh, you poor Somalia
who used to shine as a five pointed star.
Now there are only three
and those separated from each other.
Oh, you Somalia
your cities that are bombed to rubble
your deserted streets
those which used to burn your eyes with colors
and your ears with laughter and joy
they are now only shadows of the past,
the history has been hewed to the ground
with your blood.
Oh you Somalia
your people have escaped
all over the world
broken to pieces like a pot.
Who poisoned the minds of the men
who used to bear you up?
For those men who made you strong
turned you weak,
turned brothers against each other
planted the seed of hate so deep
turned neighbours from gurgurshaa
and lightness to darkness.
Oh you Somalia
it is so hard to break the circle of revenge
when black blood flows in the veins of the people.
To be able to cut the swords of the doqons
in addition to the power lots of wisdom is needed.
Wisdom to let go of the past
wisdom let go of the useless negative pride.
Then one day Somalia
if Allah Almighty is willing
and when the thistle bushes of ignorance
have been rooted out from your garden,
and the baby birds which have escaped from the nest
will sit on your branches again
you will rise again
among the brightest stars,
and all the five points will shine
together bright as they were
before foolishness came along.
And all we do is pray
and all we do is dream
that we don´t have to wait long
that this day is near.
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