Poetry!
It was a talent that God has provided me,
Perhaps I am to be,
A nomad, with no land,
Its hard to believe, to see and understand,
But here I am, trying to answer your question,
And its a bit of a confession,
I’m from a region where regeneration is hard,
My vision of rejuvenation doesn’t play any part,
Seeing little brothers and sisters stabbed in the heart,
Fighting fathers and crying mothers,
Asking, why do we even bother?
It’s so wretched! How Africa is still famished of hunger,
And Tsunami victims were so rapid to recover,
However, its not tribe that’s divided my homeland,
Its businesses that was build by the rich men,
Insha Allah, I will touch my home sand,
Hopefully I wont die as a NO-LAND!
(That’s why I write poetry to express me ---
creativity of my intellectuality ---relates to thee ---
and I stand SOMALIA like the statue of liberty)
1 comment:
you smashed it eedo, that was sum deep stuff..insha-allah you wont die as no-land..whn ya sick n ya think ya abt to die. join my ''dream-land''
i knw i m cute and kind, thank me later!!
once again, you smashed it!!
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