In this poem an insurgent militia and an Ethiopian soldier are debating over the issue of foreign forces presence in
With war you just perish
With peace you survive
The option is yours
If you fight with me
I surely defeat you
I squash and squeeze
Till you crumble
Like a pack of cards
Or melt in the heat
Like a block of ice
You are a bunch of tribes
United in utter disunity
And over unity you are divided
You are a dismantled thread
Scattered in the land of war
Never coming together in love
Never weaving a union cloth
But always remain in disarray
As scrappy and fragmented
As the pieces of a broken glass
Don’t blame me boy
Blame yourself
Blame the warlords
They are the ones
Who brought us here
But the insurgent, not convinced with all the points the soldier had hurled upon him says: "You are a liar. The world has been watching when the warlords were messing up this country and intervened only when Islamic Courts Union took charge of its affairs and demonstrated an ambition to put
Ethiopian Soldier: You speak like a terrorist. You should change the thread of your argument.
Insurgent Militia: Ahahaha.
How sad dear reader. Is Somali a cannon fodder of a proxy war? Should I ask this question to the 70-year old grandma starving in the bush or the 80 year old grandfather shivering with cold or losing his balance on the icy roads of
By: Abdi-Noor Haji Mohamed
Writer and Filmmaker