Abtigiis Posted April 24, 2008 THE CRY FROM MOGADISHU Flogging charade of anti-terror and of governance With a squeal from the scorched land The falsehood of the invaders and their lackeys Blatant though it is, still confuses some Oh, yes, they may tell telltales incessantly And their lies gusted by trumpeters of clan-mania But in the shadow of their deceit, I can still see through And show you the real life of the Wretched, The people of Mogadishu and Somaligalbeed! A reckless soldier with a nameless machinegun, Then he took my son out of my sight He raped my young filly- waiting to be wed soon He slotted the throat of the pious uncle A land that wept, wept and still weeps blood That is where I live, knowing I won’t be safe, I am next Now you may think you can trek a tiny alley to fetch water Or may talk to your beloved ones over the phone You may think you saw the horror on the net and TV Fully comprehended the agony and despair here But there is a lot you don’t know and a lot you have yet to see You know not, my life is at the hands of a primitive killer, And it is up to his volition when I should perish And he is not a silent savage, he is insulting me Saying I am worthless skin, pre-occupied with clan Here at least I agree he is right, and it hurts more I am what he says I am, but don’t they tell him, I will be what I want to be- A free and fair Somali! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
