Sweat drips moistening a once delicate face and feet continue pounding upon earth that has become to feel like molten lava
Beat by the heat she is just a frail mother
The razor sharp hunger pains cut through her gut
No shade from this blistering heat for she owns not even a hut
The sunken eyes of her weakening frame opening a gateway to a broken soul
There was once a joyous heart burning with fire that made her whole
You see although her land and people continue to deceive her
Her faith will never be defeated
She fights on for her children whether or not anybody receives her
How many more times must this situation be repeated?
She is a Somali mother, our symbol of purity and pride
Left abandoned to walk for days; simply this cannot be right
All the while vultures hum evil melodies around her
Yet some sit bound to parodies
Play fight in food-filled malls and when duty calls expect applause for what little they give
Where is the guarantee that a life of luxury they will always live?
Just remember that your wealth is but a loan and; why even in good health moan?
There is not a single thing in this world that you truly own so give back to purify your heart from black stains of greed, which like virus spread and of it feed
Division is submission to weakness giving predators a chance harness strength and fuel to break our spirits
They wish to keep us mentally chainedand economically starved but we are always spiritually rich with treasure chest of cultural gold heritage
The time has come to awaken spirits and remove the marks of shame upon each of us
Because those dying are from all of us
Qalbi nura Galaydh