Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Drops of Water

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
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