I am muted by shock- and too angry to protest-Somalia now my back is half turned...
a young boy stood still in the Mogadishu heat- -his heart doubtful- deliberating whether to defect the bomb the weighed down his back- he concluded his word was seal of honor- and after the dust settled - his doubtful heart rolled amongst the human waste.
I cant keep up with your names- which side is which. Your all the same. use children soo young to fight for causes much bigger then them, much bigger then You the people that wage them. Conflated aggressions in local realities -have bought new technologies to kill - new ways to waste lives...
You fought for land, you fought for family, you fought for nationalism, now you fight for religion- but i ask you will you continue to fight? - till there are no more people fight for you and and all that's left is human waste....in the background of the powerful sun and a sea that glistens with a countries blood.
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