Tuesday, June 4, 2013

Land of the Poets

Born from the land of poets
where the word is a weapon
a place for both a mullah and the meek

Yet in this time the once proud has lost the rhyme
Expression is a must yet few can speak
Those who lead are the epitome of the weak

Now we destroyed the cities and hope is turn 
Smoke pollutes the air and the wise has gone

Lord send me from this shame for I have hurt, don’t forget me in the hour of pain

Zero to nothing negative to absolute despair
Mogadishu is a far dream the blood pours but who cares
We await a messiah the mehdi who will lead us to our land
The land of the horn our fathers home
where a man is appreciated and a woman is loved.

Somalia I will love you till the end, the tears in my eyes I have yet to comprehend

Abdirizaq Hassan
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