My mother only nursed me twice
and after that, it was a goodbye
on her way to muqdisho shop
few men with weapons asked her to stop
they wanted to know which tribe she was from
when she told them, they said you can go now
the men looked at each other with an evil smile
and my poor mom, felt helpless and cried
she said dont kill me, I got a new born child.
but they said, sorry but your tribe must die
they killed her by shotting her on the chest 3times
I lost my mother, because she was from the "wrong" tribe.
Najax Cabdulahi Sarsarey
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