my people's pain will never been in vain
The blood through my veins
Is how their legacy remains
I come from a Deralict turrain
That hardly rains
Where poverty and pain
Remain and never change
From dark days filled with death
To War torn towns with no prospects
A nation separated by colonial lines
People divided by allegiance to tribes
Each tribe with their own pride
So they can never put their differences aside
For the embeterment of their own people's lives
In the past this wouldn't pass
People put into a different class
Simply because of their cast
Oh my how the world has changed so fast
Before the colonisation
Degrigration
Humiliation
Separation
Suffication and esficiation of my sovereign nation
Somalia was a oasis of knowledge
And creation
The ancient Egyptians called it
The land of punt "The Land of the Gods"
The Greeks called it The land of barbaroi
The Romans knew it as
Regio Cinnamafore
"The Land of Cinnamon"
As far back as 2000bc
The ancient Egyptians used to travel down the red Sea
For frankincense and myre
And what ever else they may need
Somali was a place of wealth indeed
Somali people are nomadic in nature
Known throughout the ages as great sea merchants and traders
Are history was not written in pages
But maintained through oral recitation
A pivotal point in the time of this great nation
Is when Islam entered the equation
This defining moment in somalia history
Created a sense of community
All became equal before one god
Allah
Through testifying that their is only one god and mahammed (pbuh) salal
Is his messenger
La ilaha I'll Allah
Wa ana mahammed oh rasowlolah
Community is unity
And when my people were united
They were immovable and enlightened
Through an understanding of the holy quran
They gained strengthened and
Built imam
Not divided by clan
But brought together on common land
Forging plans to pioneer and prosper
For the greater good of the motherland