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" I am From Somalia"

I am from cascading sand dunes, That hug each other like long-lost lovers I am from warm summer nights The piercing sun, the land it covers I am from bright full moons, That pierces the night I am from the wolves full-hearted cries, That is heard far and wide I am from the sweet aroma of mangoes, That fills all empty spaces of the air I am from the cool summer breeze, That freely moves from here to there I am from busy market places Filled with people on the go I am from rich green trees That sway to and from I am from a land of warring tribes, That cut our nation into pieces like a sword I am from a land of losing lives No one can save us now but our lord I am from chaos and uncertainty That blocks our narrow road to life I am from the cheerful song of birds Which now have all seemed to die I am from a land of a gaunt population Oh, the horror to the eyes! I am from a land of marauding gunmen Like a parade of elephants, moving in a pack, with cool sufficient strides I am from an unstable nation That seems to be tilting more From a country of war and no stable foundation One that can no longer endure I am from the land of milk and honey Oh, how sweet it used to be I am from the horn of land by the sea I am from a war-torn country Wind carrying around the last bits of debris I am from children scared in their homes They stay in there for shelter I am from death knocking on front doors And being welcomed with an answer I am from brother torn from brother I am from blood spilled on the streets Like a substance no more valuable Then the salty waters of the sea I am from a land where the trees whistle softly And the ground tells stories Of when it's people were living in bliss And there was no such mourning I am from the mother land I am from the milk of the camel, The whistle of the wind, The heat of the sun.... All of this is where I'm from. By Ilham Abukar Dahir

8th Grade Student