Lost in a whirlwind
Somewhere in the west 2006
In a foreign land coz I have no peace
Fled to save my life, now I’m a refugee
Gained independence in the year 1960
Our grandfathers fought to gain liberation
Now we are scattered as citizens of other nations
Warlords shedding blood in the name of Qabil
Sixteen years on we still in a war
Still the same politics back and forth
Disregard for one another cripples our soul
We call ourselves Muslims, where did our iman go
Respect for humanity and the fear of Allah is gone
A whole nation thrown and fed to the dogs
The youth grows with questions of where they belong
All because we couldn’t get along
I ask myself is there still hope
A day where we wake up in the morn
And the Qabil you are won’t matter no more
Back to the days of being dignified people
Where we can say we from Somalia, strong and proud
I wonder is this a dream on a distant cloud?
I aint much of a poet. I'm not an artist, am a scientist. However this was the only way I could think of expressing myself right now. I'm just currently lost in web of emotions. Wish I could just sit here and type it all up, maybe gain some sort of "emotional deliverance" . I have so much to say but the words seem so little. Not enough to do justice to what lies in the crevices of my mind and soul right now. With this jumble of words I bid you farewell until I blog again.
In a foreign land coz I have no peace
Fled to save my life, now I’m a refugee
Gained independence in the year 1960
Our grandfathers fought to gain liberation
Now we are scattered as citizens of other nations
Warlords shedding blood in the name of Qabil
Sixteen years on we still in a war
Still the same politics back and forth
Disregard for one another cripples our soul
We call ourselves Muslims, where did our iman go
Respect for humanity and the fear of Allah is gone
A whole nation thrown and fed to the dogs
The youth grows with questions of where they belong
All because we couldn’t get along
I ask myself is there still hope
A day where we wake up in the morn
And the Qabil you are won’t matter no more
Back to the days of being dignified people
Where we can say we from Somalia, strong and proud
I wonder is this a dream on a distant cloud?
I aint much of a poet. I'm not an artist, am a scientist. However this was the only way I could think of expressing myself right now. I'm just currently lost in web of emotions. Wish I could just sit here and type it all up, maybe gain some sort of "emotional deliverance" . I have so much to say but the words seem so little. Not enough to do justice to what lies in the crevices of my mind and soul right now. With this jumble of words I bid you farewell until I blog again.
Labels: Poetry
Posted by NATIVE at 5/21/2006 01:19:00 AM::
6 Comments:
i realy felt that hon. i wish they would stop all the crap and actualy just get on. i sound like a kid but this is how i feel. the only thing is to keep making dua. let me know if you want to have a proper rant about the bloody somali lot...
wow.....fezo u have some hidden talents
Native f..we need to talk about your secrets sweetheart, like how come you can write poetry and i don't know eh eh ??
Somalia, what can you say we are such a messed up race..tribe eh you would think we have never read or heard of the prophets (saw) last sermon for goodness sake but eh as long as this generations thinks its a load of bleeeeeeeep then we will be fine inshallah.
Lots of dua eh, the ummah has issue with race and i think somalia is a pretty good example..
Although i must admit and this is objective that we are not was warped as some cultures....the things we humans do to each other and believe about each other what’s the obsession with superiority anyway…self esteem issues on a grand scale me thinkith
NM: me agrees
MD: *cheeks burning*
Idealist: jazakillah sis....maybe i'll take up you up on the offer :)
Although I am from the neighboruing Kenya, I really felt your heart towards the somali lot..May Allah help all muslims..
Rendezvous... ameen brother ameen.
Am from the neighbouring Kenya myself but still...the somali lot are my people and will always be.
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