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WHEN I WAS YOUNGER,
HUNGER NEVER TOOK A TOLL OF ME,
BUT IT’S KILLING MEN, WOMEN, AND
CHILDREN IN SOMALIA AND REGIONS
IN BETWEEN, AND NOT TOO MANY ARE
FEELING ME—
THIS IS A NECESSITY, TRUE LOYALTY
TO THE NEXT GENERATION THAT COULD
BE, BUT IT SEEMS TO ME THIS 1% IS A
WASTE OF TIME TO MANY WHO ARE
GREEDY…
POLITICS AND WARFARE ON THE AGENDA,
RUMORS OF WARS BECOME BATTLES,
LEAVING DESTRUCTION IN ITS PATH—
HUMANITARIANS HAVE NO RIGHTS,
WORLD AID IS CONSTANT BUT OBSOLETE
IN THE MOUTH OF THE WEARY—
HOW CAN THIS BE?
THE FUTURE LOOKS OBLIQUE WITHOUT
THE CARE OF THE CHILDREN OF THE WORLD!
I CALL ONTO YOU, MY CHILDREN—
MY WRATH IS DEADLIER THAN YOUR WARS!
THE FURY I CAST IS MORE VIOLENT THEN
YOUR BLOODSHED…BLIND BY YOUR SINS!!
RED CLOUDS COVER THE SKIES WITH NO
SUN IN SIGHT—THE MOON IS RED AS BLOOD,
SOUR WATERS CANNOT QUENCH THE THIRST.
LISTEN! CAN YOU HEAR THE BATTLE CRIES
FROM AFAR? CAN YOU SMELL THE AGONY?
WONDERING THROUGH THE CHAOS MANKIND
CREATED…NO BIRDS IN THE MORNINGS OR
ENGINES WARMING-UP.
DEAD SILENCE ALL AROUND—SCREAMS OF
ANGER, ECHOES STIR.
FIRE AND PESTILANCE IN THE HOMES THAT
ONCE HELD PEACE SIGNS AND WELCOME MATS
ON THE FRONT DOORS, NEIGHBORS BODIES
DYING ON THE SIDEWALKS, DECAYING IN THE
STREETS,
BECOMING PREY TO THE VULTURES.
LISTEN! DO YOU HEAR THE SILENCE IN THE WIND?
EMPTY STREETS, VACANT HOMES, PLAYGROUNDS
ARE GHOST FIELDS. WE NEED MORE LOYALTY….
LISTEN; IT BEGINS WITH YOU AND ME!