Bio: Amal Shirwa..Young Somali Female,Muslima Lives in the Netherlands,Partime Poet.Enjoys life and what it offers...
Why this poem: I was touched by the personal story of Babuya Oleke, a child who suffered from the scars of war. Within this poem I used actual few phrases of his story to capture the pain and ugliness of such a trauma...
shoutout to: love,life and happiness _____________________________________________
Babuya Oleko (Dedicated to all child soldiers) War torn beneath the The Nile West of punt land Beyond the hot smile of the sun
Afrikan boys Freestyle To the beat of gunshots
Blood Rush Bullets Dance To the djole of the djembe's Blood run Fast after Dirty wounds, yellow fever, trench-foot & guilty shock
baby boys masked with fear Young lords of the left front gear Fight the haunted spirits
'Check if they are still alive.'
The boy looked around helplessly.
'Pierce the heart!' the officer yelled
Kill, killed, killing
Blood rush fill rivers of townships heads smashed against the hard mud of mama's hut
KWEI give me your woman.'
But you are only 14.'
Robb her! The soldiers yelled
Rob, Robbed, Robbing
After the hot sun hot Young warriors young Speak lost men tongue And dream about Uhuru songs
~~~~~~~~~~Soulpowa~~~~~~~~~~~
AfrikanproverbMonth:
'Death is like a robe everyone has to wear'. (Mandingo proverb, Guinea)
'Even without drumbeats, banana leaves dance'. (Ekonda proverb, Congo)
'Do not insult a crocodile while your feet are still in the water'. (Nilotic proverb.)
'War has no eyes.' (Swahili proverb.)
'Wisdom does not come overnight.' (Somali proverb)