General Duke Posted November 12, 2006 All are concerned with measuring fame While the poor are consoled by pain My land and my lost name For centuries my people haven’t gained The masses move in hordes insane A few words to the brave We will get out of this hole this cave We must fight in ways they can’t understand Because this man is but a man Somalia stirs my heart It’s my passion my poison my true pain You have to be a nomad to comprehend That my land of warriors produces true friends None are as proud or as blind None smarter with such twisted minds Each and everyone of them a sultan Each a king to his clan But Somalia you must change You must see the value of compromise You must respect and listen to the wise Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
