Abdi-Noor Haji Mohamed Writer and film-Maker Mogadishu, Somalia
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In the capital city of Mogadishu, Somalia, saying "Good night" is quite heavy. It is more than two words because between 2:00 and 3:00 AM the Mogadishu sky rains mortar rockets. So there is a message of fear laced just the within these two words when you say good night to a loved one. There might be a possibility that a strayed rocket would land on your house, giving you no chance to say good night again to a friend. I appeal to both the militia and the government to stop the unnecessary bloodshed and find a solution for the senseless killings upon which the innocent populations are inflicted.
Please share this poem with me:
Nightmare of the people
Nightly spray of bullets
The Life of a dead night
Time of horror and shock
Of war and bombardments
Of exchanging rocket fire
The hope of a hopeless night
Canons kill not the culprit
Cause tragedy to the poor
Take the life of somali children
Make death a mere entertainment
IT IS WHERE WE CALL HOME
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There is heavy rocket exchange in Mogadishu almost every night. It starts when some rag-tag militia fires government positions and the government responds with mortar attacks. All this takes place inside the city and it is neither the government nor the militia who die in the fire exchange. It is the people who perish in their dozens anytime such horror take place in Somalia's capital city of Mogadishu. Something must be done to stop the unnecessary bloodshed in Mogadishu. The militia who are attacking the government should not hide behind the blood of the innocent populations and the government should not justify its ineffectiveness by shooting militia who have no known identity and base. In both cases it is the Somali child that dies in the horror and truly that is something we can not afford. Please share this poem with me: |
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