I heard this morning, that…
The price of unga, is about to go up
I heard this morning, that the price of unga, is coming down
I heard this morning, that the government,
it has banned, unga
Perhaps, the speaker meant, burnt
Either way, our bellies, they burn
Some, of hunger
Others, belly full.
I heard mid-morning,
that, oil, is scarce
Or, for cars, the speaker, he mumbled about.
I heard mid-morning,
that, he has passed us
Or, the pastor, is us
The messiah, he plays games.
I heard in the afternoon,
the government, is broke
The weather, out of order
The war, just
In my afternoon, there was no peace.
My ears, blocked with wax
My eyes, blinded in tears
My tongues, stilled in fury
These things, they are not for me
Screams of - baby Isak
Shrieks of - Fatuma
Howls of – Abdi
Bombs, play toys
Up above, silver streaks
The rain, violent
For a Utopia, the soldier man.
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