Suffering of Somalis

May God help my people
We are lawless
We are collection of tribes
And sub tribes and clans
My people are of different sub clans
And families
Each family is enemy of the other
My people are hungry
Not good clothes
And illiterate
my people are gunmen
The eldest is a warlord
The youngest is a militia
We are heading for no were
We are stuck in a war
War of families
We’re neighbors shoot at one another
And children are not taken care of
We give them guns
Not toy or a book
We don’t have enough food
But we got ammunition
To save the children is to save a country
Can anyone hear me?
Am I alone in this world?
Where are my people?
They keep killing each other
Children don’t play with ball but bombs instead
The one cribbed by mines is a Somali child
The one that lost an arm to the war is a Somali teenager
The one losing sight in the war is a Somali elder
The woman in the hospital is a Somali
The gunmen won’t help
We need peace


Sharmaarke Abdi Galbeed
Copyright ©2010

My beloved country

oh my beloved country

oh my beloved people

what used to be great

is now destroyed

what used to be beautiful

is now ugly

what used to be honour

is now disgrace

what used to worthy

is worthless

what used to be a tall beautiful building

is now a ruble

what used to be street

is now a ragged derail

what used to be school

is now a cemetery

torn by two

the tribes are multiplying

before end of the decade

there will be millions

you were once feared by your neighbors

now they walk in and out of your borders

oh my people what have you done

oh my people what have you done

oh my people what have you done.

Sharmaarke Abdi Galbeed
Copyright ©2010

My beloved country

oh my beloved country

oh my beloved people

what used to be great

is now destroyed

what used to be beautiful

is now ugly

what used to be honour

is now disgrace

what used to worthy

is worthless

what used to be a tall beautiful building

is now a ruble

what used to be street

is now a ragged derail

what used to be school

is now a cemetery

torn by two

the tribes are multiplying

before end of the decade

there will be millions

you were once feared by your neighbors

now they walk in and out of your borders

oh my people what have you done

oh my people what have you done

oh my people what have you done.

Sharmaarke Abdi Galbeed
Copyright ©2010

The voice of a citizen

Mogadishu

Mogadishu my beloved city

how i dread your fall

how i hope to see you one day

how i hope you were peace full

oo how i feel the misery of my city

people dying,children crying

mothers aching in pain

fathers killed

stand by watchers cant help

family is doomed

survivors head to Kenya

camp live is the tough

united nation doesn't have an answer

the world is watching

Mogadishu is burning

o lord help

everyday we bow down to you

still no answer

our faith is shaken

gun fire is rumbling

only god can help

will i live tomorrow ?

only god knows


Sharmaarke Abdi galbeed
Copyright ©2010

Broken hearts

so many refugees
all sought of people
all sought of young and old
they came long ago
not to be lost but to survive
now we are old
so many things happen
so many ways
so many ways we are lost
so many with little to lose
they came for hope
they lost them selves
so many ways
so many ways we are dying
not by pullets
but by words
and a system that ties our hands
and doesn't allow us in
where do we go back to?
we got caught in the middle
we cant go forth
we cant go back
our homes are destroyed
our children will die
if we go back
if we stay we lose our selves

Sharmaarke Abdi galbeed
Copyright ©2010

The story of a Somali Child

there are children in the world

who look for things

that they cant afford

who have homes

who have clothes

who have shelter

who their toys are full room

who their parents cant make them happy

but what i look for is a food

nothing fancy

just some bread and tea will do

i look to study

nothing big

just Quran

i look to become

don't know what

i dare not to dream its not in my will

i am abused constantly

i am told to fight for the clan

at a young age

i am an educated

i dare not dream

now i cant become

the president failed

now hope is gone

in my twenties

i am a man

but cant manage my family

bread is no on the table

my son is screaming ,daaad foood

my heart is broken

i dare to but a road block a isbaaro.

i am not making money

the religious groups came

they took the isbaaro

now who do we fight for

my child is growing

to be just like me

this is the fall of a nation

this is our story

Sharmaarke Abdi Galbeed

Copyright ©2010