Paragon Posted December 23, 2004 Who am I?? [Thankx to a particular Nomad who influenced this poem] Am I of an African or Arabian descendant? Am I of Israeli seekers or greedy pharaohs? Am I an Unknown child or a slave deluded? Can any one ever figure how I appeared to be? Though I tell the Nigerian brother to strengthen, people wonder when I claim to be vegetarian. There is no doubt that I am of the soils of Africa. My senses hunger driven, I stand for all to see. When the sisters became plain and flirted with unworthy men, the world witnessed the dissipation of a war-stricken queen. It is multicultural they claimed, who are we to complain? When it was we that lost our culture, and who now dwell in shame. We all remember the nation that ended up savaged. When the ears heard its fall, the hearts broke into shreds. Despondent, we embarked on a never-ending journey. Our own leaders failed us, putting us on this ungainly path. Remember Neighbors and strangers armed themselves; with Kalashnikovs to kitchen knifes and chants. Classmates preying on each other like sworn enemies, the injured laid in the open, unattended and helpless. Our bodies were scattered everywhere, wide eyes staring accusingly. Glorious streets packed with Gangsters wielding AK-47s, the mid-day sun scorched and sword blades got bloodied. Daughters raped, sons killed and their throats slit, Fathers tortured, mothers despaired, Reciting verses of curses and insults. The trucks loaded with human flesh, Cars and carts created traffic lines. The out-roads shaped a fleeing snake, Their silence deafening, they slithered away. Fleeing from havoc, victims cried in disgrace. Why should it matter anymore? All friends and enemies, either dead or once shot; those who survived took the flight and fled abroad. Fled to places unknown and far field, Everything left behind, to be forgotten. We that could have ruled in peace, Have died, valiantly trying to live by force. What once was is destined to never be again, Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Midnight Posted December 23, 2004 masha'allah this poem is so deep and true about somali.....guess some of us in the western world forgot how it was like...seeing everythin around you wither and die.....this poem is a remainder and a real image to what we think we have forgotten...... a well-based piece i must say.....thks for sharing... Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Faheema. Posted December 25, 2004 Originally posted by JamaaL-11: Glorious streets packed with Gangsters wielding AK-47s, the mid-day sun scorched and sword blades got bloodied. Daughters raped, sons killed and their throats slit, Fathers tortured, mothers despaired, Reciting verses of curses and insults. A true reflection of agony, of disbelief and of shame. A revenge scene so horrific for many, I doubt the true victims would forget. JamaaL.. thanks for the reminder walalo. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
mz-alpha-soup Posted December 26, 2004 WHO AM I?? There it goes again and again now here Let me shed some light I am the one that is said to Flutter I am the one that is smooth but not like butter Coz ma culture ran out on mothers and fathers Decapitating ma Grandma's Land leaving clutter Mutilated,hungry kids with no father No momma, no food no shelter Dried out eyes running water FOR WHAT??? FOR WHAT??.... FOR BLOODY WHAT???? So we can b in a barren Land? So- called-western world? That crushes culture,creed and Diin? Women flirting with fire sparking wat Islam fears? Men buildin an empire that jeers? Graveyeard shifts day in day out? Breaking backs from '89 till Now? FOR WHAT??.... FOR WHOM???.... Leaving our motherland bare.. Leaving behind lill hearts,Damn it aint fair.. STILL... Still hope iz in arms reach... For the day our Land is fed.... With intellects building basement... So we can stand on our feet... Feeding and naturing the forgotten... Adding mannure...so take heed Cant wait fo the day Now let pray Inshallah Inshallah Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
poetic_brothaa Posted December 26, 2004 Yo this is a prominent question that we find amongst our people at this moment in time, as people desperately search to claim a piece of history. I want you guys to share this poem with me and any feedback is welcome (SO LONG AS IT IS POSITIVE). The Promiseland Our quest goes forever on To indicate right from wrong Thus figure out how we came to be born How our society came to be torn Inner goal to on our own two feet stand One day reach the promiseland This much talked about place N how I never met its face Yet deep down I feel a link Maybe it’s because its my motherland Surely it’s a normal thing Some portrait its benefits and qualities Others have forgotten its natural remedies I was once told To grow up there was like no other Where my only answer was damn I wasn't there Yet my life was fair I never forgot about my peoples But remained always aware Raised n based on my history The facts simply laid bare How could I ever stop to care My personal mission If God says so To 1 day get there In this place families value historical roots Like we over here Know the source of our suits The young and old share knowledge In exchange of practicality Makes up an era which currently unfolds We gotta explore n persue What the future for us holds There's that 1 place like no other land One day we shall reach the promiseland Peace Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Passion_4_Fashion Posted January 3, 2005 I don't know why but this thread seems to me depressing Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
