Pen on the pad
Pad on the table
Pillow on my head
Trying to cover up my eyes
But the images are still perfect
Tears rolling down my cheeks
I wish you could drink it
The drought took my happiness
Because with out you I’m nothing
Oh Somalia it’s not the end
This is a struggle
Just another story to tell
But how many hearts are torn?
How many kids are dead?
Hold on Somalia
The sky is still blue
So is our flag
Hold on Somalia
There is still a brighter day
Africa is free now
Oh my people
Don’t you think it’s enough?
Time to heal our hearts
And clean up our minds
Oh Africa will you watch us suffer?
Or shed a tear with us
Oh my beautiful continent
Will you watch us fall?
Or help us to get up
We are no longer slaves
But yet we are dying from starvation
Charity begins at home
Oh Africa let your magic shine
Bring smile to those kids
Build houses and schools
Oh Somalia stays strong
The Almighty didn’t forsake us
And you are active in my prayers
Oh my people hold on.
Poet of The Streetz (P.o.s)
Copyright © 2011
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