General Duke Posted November 24, 2004 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 have 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 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
General Duke Posted November 24, 2004 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 Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
General Duke Posted November 24, 2004 If I was poet If I was poet I would write a thousand lines Explain the intersection of time In simplicity I would resolve the issue of the day If I was poet I would be revolutionary like the SAYED I would be as cool as KHALIF A peace maker and resolve this never ending grief I would try and convey the majesty of the word In one line one great rhyme If I was a poet fruitful debates would endure I would strive for no acclaim and hope for no reward If I was a poet these words would touch your heart Give hope to those who struggle To them a guiding light in the dark Remind that truth has no equal and love has no sequel If I was a poet I would compose the endless verse It would have no hate and contain no curse If I was a poet every Somali would be heroic Our women beautiful and they would know it My words would transcend region and clan They would be pure and you would understand If I was a poet I would endear love and make people see That this is our time you and me Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
