The confessions of a warlord

[safi]

I know how to shoot:

The confessions of a Somali warlord

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I’m so in love

So deeply in love

Love’s sword is sharp

It sliced off head

I’m hooked and wild

The allure magnetic.

 

I'm one possessed

I see a throne

I see me seated

Presiding over things.

I see a throne

It’s larger than life

My clan’s the rope

They butter me up

And bless my sins.

 

I’m blind like hell

So enamored with me

Whose orphan is this?

What widow you mean?

Whose farm’s torched?

What land’s ruined?

Whose nation’s sold?

What's dignity to me?

 

I’m just lovesick

My sight’s flawed

I see a throne

It’s empty as you see

Its lining is silk

It's made of gold

It’s hoisted and leggy

I’m so in love

Brisk in leg

I’m here to jump

I know how to shoot

Credentials my chair!

 

Copyright:@Safi Abdi

 

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