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My pain the Somali poem

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Hibo   

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

 

Burhan warsame (Dantay 16/july/02)

Dedicated to Jamal 11

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Paragon   

Originally posted by Dantay:

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

 

Burhan warsame (Dantay 16/july/02)

Dedicated to Jamal 11

Dedicated to jamaal-11?

Dantay, Thank you very much sxb.

 

That was so beautiful. The poem so much addresses our situation very precisely.

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Paragon   

The aged elders lost the wisdom they had

The busy vulture still feats on our dead

The grown minds have grown out of thought

 

What is left is wait with both hands tied

And dwell on memories that long ago existed

 

A decade ago we hoped but now hope has sunk

Proud we use to be, today we beg as if sick

Camel milk replaced by the vouchers we keep

Our old are wasted and most of youth lost

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Dantay1   

Tough in every way, beauty and power in a toxic mix

Envy none ambitious to a point

Now everything is clear

I can sense it’s getting near

Our reflection situated in a mirrored dimension

Where I can see the graceful Somali

Sultans from a past age

Dreaming of revenge with controlled rage

Heaven help the disciple who has strayed

Testament to the confusion of the time

Worshipers to a currency that’s not mine

 

Guns are the language of the times

Simple words masked as poetic rhymes

Enraged by the despair

Heaven is for the weak

When will we find our voice?

When will we speak?

 

Irresponsible men hypocritical women

Youth with no direction

Forever lost in Europe’s cross roads

London is mistaken for Hargaysa

Minneapolis is no Mogadishu

Dead bodies and crimes committed

The bereaved are offered prayers

The living dirty tissues

 

Murders back home are taken lightly

Suffering abroad is ignored

Now we are in the zero hour

But we will be

What we are

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Buubto   

Asalaamu Aleikum Wr Wb

Mansha Allah indeed nice poem i must say is moving as well. U both Dentay & Jamaal wrote what we r today, when i read there was sadness that sorounded all over my body. Couldn't even complete reading the Poem nice stuff.

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Buubto   

Asalaamu Aleikum Wr Wb

I add this poem that i posted long time a go which is similar than to ur poems. Hope u dont' mind.

 

Somalia my shining country

My spirit of life that keeps me going

Day and night I picture u in my heart

Wishing I was in my own land

Wishing I was setting under big gumtrees

No need to turn on air-condition

or heater no air pollution

Just laying there enjoying Somali’s natural weather

 

It’s country gifted by Allah natural resources

No food chemical & food engineering

A warm milk that is just being milked from a cow

A fresh meat slaughtered same day

Fresh vegetables

 

Together we are undefinable nation

Full of energy & educated people

 

I have being to so many countries

Seen new technology & so-called modern world

Yet there is no place like home

The true nature, its fresh resources & unique life

Are unchallengeable

Or Perhaps we not all that…..

 

I ask myself every minute

If Somalia is a gift from Allah

Why are we enemies?

Why are we so ignorant?

Why can’t we say Alhamdulilah & get on life?

Why do we have to divide ourselves?

 

We share one religion & one culture

Yet we fighting

We are educated people yet can’t civilise

We say we not tribalist yet we fund the world-loads

We say we want peace yet refuse to

support the current government.

We say we Muslims yet obeying tribalism

 

We live foreigner countries together

Still the problems exist.

My heart breaks to see our people like this

They live in one country, yet

Every tribe lives different suburbs

We educate our kid’s tribalism

We want no other different tribe to mix with us

I wonder when this corruption will ever end?

 

We say we are not hopeless yet we are actionless

What is our future?

 

I sit here wondering

If Somalia my Shining country

will ever recover?

I have one hope

For Allah to re-unite our hearts

And to open our eyes to reality

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Paragon   

To somalis

The fate our people is too hard to fathom

Transcending the depth of all thoughful brains

I fear our slither will give birth to doom

More death and cry won't achieve the freedom

 

Like the Gog we are digging into more sorrow

Hoping to cry no more and smile tommorrow

But expect never ever to witness that day

When all is still and souls are ready to pray

 

Superstition, and arrogant clan traditions

of Filthy elders are these deaths attribution

 

So can i be blamed, for crying louder than a crow

Warn the danger, of those sipping our souls with a strow

I wish my words were like precious stones to bestow

To nourish the hearts of my people, whose esteem is so low

 

Drop the guns

Let go this scum uncle, let go this gun brother

Don't plan more war uncle, Don't kill more lives brother

 

I can't beg and be calm but I

I can cry to supress the pain till you stop

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Paragon   

I think the poem I posted above and this one below belong here.

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Somalia

 

I had a dream of you last night

 

Oh my Somalia!

Shame my blissful scene didn't last

Amazing how you gazed and then wept

The sun up above and shining on you

The moon with teary eye smilled at you

Together promised to shine on you

The air of hope blew across your face!

The stars did shoot at will with joy

One little star came aforth and whispered

"I'll twinkle if you're lost in darkness"

 

To all my amazment and more excitment!

Standing before you was a man so old

I am here my blood and flesh, he said

You know me not but i know the truth

Tear you shed prevented worse to come

And Mirror of your image talks of peace

My name is Pride, he said and flew away

 

I then jumped awake from the sleep

i was happy but then so confused

Aside my bed stood an angel all white

Everything i saw was bright and light

She put me back to sweetest of sleep

and another episode of beautiful dream

 

In my dream was a woman so peaceful

wipping the doubts off my heart

Soothing all the anxieties i had

Erasing stress my depressed mind

She utterd, why did you kill me,

why do the somali so much hate me

I fed you from my rich breast,

i was your independence and hope

She then disapeared into the thin air

 

I thought this shadow of dream is over

But I could hear the drums from far,

the loud whistles and the whoops

Marching near and getting louder,

lined up in rows, wearing our flag

we're so willing to forgive, they cried

We died for all of you to live in peace,

Now must we rise from the graves again

once more be there to guide you again?

 

No! No i said again with voice of regret

Oh! ancestors, we know not which way to go

But soon the sun will rise again, for us to see

The rivers will flow again, to clean the stain

The children will become chidlren again

and our women will begot the bravest of men

Soon the green will grow and birds will sing

Soon the cloud will clear, the need will arise

To stop the baby killing and the rapine

To stop the moran and the warlords

 

But when? they murmured, but when?

Soon my ancestors i feel it, i cried

soon prosperity and sweet peace will be

Soon these ugly sloughter will sieze,

soon the best of our minds will awake

Soon this nightmare will be over forever

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Dantay1   

Many tribes

Many surnames

Many faces of shame

 

Hate fills the air

Few can breathe let alone think

 

Where are the wise?

The harbinger of destruction

Has been on the rise

 

Failure on our part

Has sealed the fate

A future uncertain

 

While they grow strong

We look behind

Forever pointing at each other

Why dear mother must you suffer so

 

Windswept land

Destruction of trees

Charcoal is the only plan

 

Land of plenty yet the children stare

Gleeful at the UN ration

 

Warlords and fake presidents

The average amnesia afflicted

Asking forever what is my name

Where is my residence?

......................................

Burhan Warsame (Dantay 19/7/02)

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Paragon   

Nice one DANTAY

 

Brother....you are absolutely right with your poem....this is going too far and our cries are getting louder. No one seems to hear our loud cries though. Hope they hear us...

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Dantay1   

Jamal11, thanks for the kind words and for keeping this poem section going. You and others have been an inspiration to writte these simple words.............

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Paragon   

The pain of hunger coursed us this anger,

Veins were made to clot with blood.

The child's soul choked with help's cry,

Food was seconds away, he couldn't wait.

His eyes stucked open, mother might go next,

Life is hard, hard is how we are living it.

Men who let not a drop of tear slip their eye,

Broke down in dispair worser than death.

Some raised their palms over dripping daggers,

Some Fishing for neck-laces on a hungry throat,

A women's fingers stemmed out with a gold ring.

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Paragon   

Buubto walaaley that poem you posted is a good one. I just cant stop reading it. Plus the ones Dantay wrote...it seems his poem touch a sensitive place, Tnkx Dantay.

 

Aniga walaahi I dont write much poetry these days. I normally get inspired to write one when i read one. SomaliaOnline has made it easy for to enjoy and to share with my other fellow nomads.

 

Thank you

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MaandeeQ   

Danaty, Buubto N Jamal-11

 

Very moving poems indeed. Thnx 4 sharing smile.gif

 

I like to present a poem written by a friend, hope u guys 'll like it. Here it comes......

 

World without peace, i ask it's origin

start at home, a poverty-stricken nation

promises from local leaders rule the region

no peace but cause starving population

 

Hearing mothers cry, while their children die

always on their knees praying, and keep askin'

why too much blood, few to survive

few to arrive home safe, and searchin' love

 

Once's life home- became an image

as brutal society run by worlords

now that am here, u think i feel save and comfy

innocent life has been taken, silence became

my-freind daily

 

Twelve years and deep without election

still strugglin' with lack of education

U.N to rescue, "may i help u" and their dedication

we fought for no reason--

with bombs and tanks no matter the season

 

Notable, when i see a little girl without a vision

no hope, but blind and feel blackness

she was chosen to be here, not in the darkness

 

Why not unite and see together the light

one path, one law, no battle, but one sight

let the peace bell ring.......

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