In the Darkest corners of Somalia
Where Bullets fly in a forgotten land
Where children live on Dirty water and dried Rice
Where there is so much hope But no rope to hold on to
Where loyalties are tested
Where you have to fight for your Life
Where children sit under trees to read their Quran
And one day wish people of the land will return
Where mothers cry
Silence in a place like this can not do much
So much to do so little time
At the end of the day
I come home with poetry and Faith
Save our people save our land
We can not feel their pain even if we try
This motherly Land has been torn apart
We smile while we bleed
We are the Horn of Africa
Hamdi Abdullahi
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