BOB Posted June 18, 2005 She is stripped and ripped stripped of her identity & dignity she is all alone and feeling lonely hiding behind a wall of lies and self doubt the clock slowly ticking away as time flies by the pain seems to go on forever her heart torn apart from the inside she has nowhere to hide and no saviour to run to she keeps her pain & feelings inside never wanting them to show she is in denial and trapped in a spiral of never ending hurt she struggles to be perfect even though she knows she can't, she knows it's impossible every day, every minute, every second added to the pain of knowing she can't be anything she's destined to be the mirror shattered into a thousand pieces pieces of broken glass scattered across the blood stained carpet signifying her inner turmoil and loss of self-identity she doesn't know who she is anymore striving to be as perfect as the other girls this wasn't her a young and pretty girl trapped in a wave of jealousy and perfectionism she hates herself and the way she looks she doesn't have the strength to stand up for herself she doesn't want to be standing alone what had she done to deserve this? she keeps herself locked up she is stripped of everything she used to be her soul tattered like an old rag doll she is stripped of her pride she is stripped of her freedom she is stripped of her identity she is stripped of her dignity. That girl is SOMALIA Ladies & Gentlemen. Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted June 18, 2005 My mother tongue, its been printed on my heart its been stabbed on my soul its been marked on my spirit My Mother Tongue its been interpreted by my mind its been spoken fluently by my tongue its been shaped by my Somali lips My Mother Tongue when I emulate far & foreign tongues when I try to express myself in a strange tongue when I sing for my Somali soul in a non Somali tongue my beloved mother tongue interrupts when I am faced by sorrow my mother tongue consoles me when I am in pain my mother tongue heals me when I am alone my mother tongue stays with me when I need to be heard my mother tongue listens to me when I need to touch souls my mother tongue offers me a hand when I am depressed my mother tongue soothes my soul when I recite a poem my mother tongue forms the verses when I need to tell a story my mother tongue writes the pages when I pray my mother tongue purifies my conscience when I am down my mother tongue lifts me up when I feel oppressed by the might of alien tongues when I feel undermined by any opposite tongues when I need a help my mother tongue stands by my side when I am cold my mother tongue covers me with words when I am weak my mother tongue provides a shoulder to lean on when I am lost my mother tongue leads me to my soul when in need of pride my mother tongue reminds me of my History when I tell a story my mother tongue pours words from my heart when I am in fear my mother tongue offers me protection when in need of place to hide my soul my mother tongue shows me the way to the safest place on earth by speaking my mother tongue without being understood. Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
lol Posted June 18, 2005 <---- Completelt touched and moved... Isn't our language beautiful? Don't u feel at ease knowing that you don't have to do much of explanations for the other to understand u? Simply exquisite....Thanks Bob.. and keep up the good work! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
BOB Posted June 22, 2005 My country is stripped and ripped without a hesitation our so-called elders corrupt the youth without a consideration I am tired of waiting and hoping for an evolution i pray for the rebirth of the lost revolution my people are dying and you talk about a constitution my Somali soil is getting polluted beyond recognition the wealth of the land is being looted without the natives' permission my people are executed in a distant shores without an explanation Somalia became the playground of the scavengers for it lacks protection my people respect the infidel who advocates for fornication my greedy elders turned Somalia into a house of prostitution where the highest bidder is guaranteed for un-interrupted satisfaction while the youth stand back and observe the forceful penetration we praise and look up to a heartless murderer in admiration we thrash the nobles who preach Allah's last revelation my people, has the fires of hell became your chosen destination? we spread lies and hatred among Almighty's creation Somalia's pride supposed to be its Somali nation we are spreading our shame across the globe as an expedition our rich country is known as the land of famine and starvation our pain became our enemy's favourite conversation our souls became the prize and our Somalia the competition we ignore our women & children's cries from the unjust execution i swear it hurts how my people turned their backs on salvation i recite these without seeking anybody's worldly admiration this is my sermon for my country and its next generation. May God Bless Somalia & Somali People. Peace,Love & Unity. Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
