It didn’t want to talk me first
 Because it was weeping blood
 Drifting from the corners
 I asked what was wrong
 It shook it’s heard in disbelieve
 Of my own arrogant question
  
 Almost proving my disloyalty
 Showing the bright beautiful Star
 Situated in its turquoise belly
 I tried to claim it down 
 Holding it gently in my lap
  Touching, kissing, and caring
  
 Then it finally said something
 It said, I’m weeping for reasons
 Because I am victimized
 Because I am oppressed
 Because I am ignored
 Because I am forgotten
  
 For you I am deeply grieving
 When those abhor me laugh
 Feeling the pride of victory
 For they witness me lay down,
 In the hospital bed for 20-years
 The uncured bruises growing up
  
  Helpless for the medicine I need
 The medicine that would cure me
  The declaration of viable peace
 For I’m your symbol of liberty 
 One you ought to sing proudly
 The long forgotten Somali flag
 
 Faisal Abdi
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