Limiting myself to ten things I could say to you
Is doing you wrong, before my voice runs dry, let me get through
It's hard! I don’t know where to start
Your story simply broke my heart
You say, you can’t trust no one and stay alert
You say, your people and nation is still torn apart
1.
One thing you are blessed with, is pride and strength
You walked that road called hope, endless in length
2.
Two ways to lose faith, when brought face to face
Life of hardship has been brought to your mothers place
3.
Three decades before that fateful day
Your parents praised your birth and prayed that you’d stay
4.
Four generations now, your beauty didn’t forfeit, having your blessed moment
Who knew, while you gave birth, a whole nation did come to an end
5.
Five decades, counting the years and tears, your daughter is in my age
You smiled while you said:” It’s on you to turn the page.”
6.
Six years from now… I promised my daughter, your niece
To show her the birthplace of her grandmother, and bring back her peace
7.
Seven Wonders of the World, wonder will never cease
I wonder if your heart still beats and feels at ease
8.
Eight years ago… the last time you saw your mother
9.
Nine years ago… the last time you heard from your brother
10.
Ten years… being heartbroken is one thing, but 20 years out of home is another
20 Years...
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Inspired by:
Somalia – The Nation of Poets
& Ilwad Ismail
Pen 'N' Paper
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