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Yearning for better times
Waiting for peace
Lost and alone
Destitute with disease
Nothing can measure
My longing for a release
Haven’t I suffered enough?
I am forgotten to you
The sun shines shortly
The rain dies slowly
The crop grows lowly
I am impure with their blood
Engulfed in hatred
Raging through me like a flood
You left me in a hurry
Never to wonder of me
Leaving me this fury
This was your degradation
Even the mere memory of it
Parishes with every generation
I was once the pride in my day
Regal beyond any time
Can never be measured
I suffer still
For not being treasured.
I don’t want your pity
For not being remembered
Remain in your cold city.
I was never this torn
I was the strongest in the East
I will always be the HORN
And you became my Beast.
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Sahra Ahmed Koshin | Jul 23rd, 2006
Sis,
your poems touched me to the core.
It gives insight to the suffering of our people and land.
Well said and Just wonderful!
sahro
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