Hold On My People

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)

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