Abdi-Noor Haji Mohamed Writer and film-Maker Mogadishu, Somalia
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:
advertisements Nighttime in Mogadishu 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
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:
Night has fallen upon It is dark everywhere Only the wind whistles The air is dead silent For the Somali militia It is time to let it go To fire rounds of rockets To spew chaos in the city For the government troops It is time to shoot back To repulse the attackers And to drive them away For the general public It is time to expect death To embrace misery and pain To pay the price of offenders The dead night is livened up With the sound of rocket fire With the screams of a dying baby And with the tears of a sad motherThat is the Somali we loveIt is where we call home
Abdi-Noor MohamedMogadishu, Somalia
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