I am from cascading sand dunes,
That hug each other like long-lost lovers
I am from warm summer nights
The piercing sun, the land it covers
I am from bright full moons,
That pierces the night
I am from the wolves full-hearted cries,
That is heard far and wide
I am from the sweet aroma of mangoes,
That fills all empty spaces of the air
I am from the cool summer breeze,
That freely moves from here to there
I am from busy market places
Filled with people on the go
I am from rich green trees
That sway to and from
I am from a land of warring tribes,
That cut our nation into pieces like a sword
I am from a land of losing lives
No one can save us now but our lord
I am from chaos and uncertainty
That blocks our narrow road to life
I am from the cheerful song of birds
Which now have all seemed to die
I am from a land of a gaunt population
Oh, the horror to the eyes!
I am from a land of marauding gunmen
Like a parade of elephants,
moving in a pack, with cool sufficient strides
I am from an unstable nation
That seems to be tilting more
From a country of war and no stable foundation
One that can no longer endure
I am from the land of milk and honey
Oh, how sweet it used to be
I am from the horn of land by the sea
I am from a war-torn country
Wind carrying around the last bits of debris
I am from children scared in their homes
They stay in there for shelter
I am from death knocking on front doors
And being welcomed with an answer
I am from brother torn from brother
I am from blood spilled on the streets
Like a substance no more valuable
Then the salty waters of the sea
I am from a land where the trees whistle softly
And the ground tells stories
Of when it’s people were living in bliss
And there was no such mourning
I am from the mother land
I am from the milk of the camel,
The whistle of the wind,
The heat of the sun….
All of this is where I’m from.
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