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An Ode to a Peace Activist: In Remembrance of Yahya
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it is not the people of Somalia that failed; it is the leaders.”

Rashid Yahya Ali
Saturday, July 11, 2009

This is in remembrance of Yahya who was taken from us fourteen hundred and sixty days ago today (4 years) and also a dedication to every Somali who was wrongfully killed in an act of malice. At the same time; my deepest felt condolences and prayers go to their grieving relatives.  I also pray that the barbarity and the inhumane slaughter of innocents in our beloved country come to an abrupt end.

 

 

 

Since your departure                                silence has befallen

Despair and grief                                       our lot others we exceed

The land you knew                                    will you hardly recognize

From the cruelty of kinfolk                       to foreign lands we flee

The paradise we have                             in poverty we live

Bereft of hope and dreams                    burdened with fear we take flight

Our graves litter the land                         and in the seas many we buried

Sharks on our flesh feast                           off board infants are thrown

Pure and clean our daughters              captives enslave for others

Our sons some don’t learn                      in gangs they belong

They pilfer and pillage                              in the prisons populate

Shunned in disdain                                    in the ghettos we decline

Hands outstretched for                            pennies strangers we beg

For handouts we idle                                and watch our families break

The proud upright Somali                        No more the dignity and pride

Heads down in dishonor                         fraud and disrepute define our being

I forgot not the call you made              or the question you asked

“If amongst us wasn’t one                      high-minded distinguished by courage?

Killers in leisure stroll among us                soaked still in innocents’ blood”

 

The intent to write                                      was not a pain to cause

To trouble your tranquil                            or disturb your peace

But to tell the tale                                       and tally the toll

For the ultimate price you paid             the day you gave your life

For a cause greater than you                me and all that makes a man

Rest in peace for me                                 beloved my dear brother

If close by you have a room                  save a space for me

And soon many will follow                      in the state we are

 

In the eons and ages                                and the history of our land

Suicides we never heard                         and the beheading of man

Unearthing bones of                                 benevolent men

Slaying Imams in the house                    of peace and the sanctuary of man

In the name of Allah                                 some claim their cause

Yet the cruelty they inflict                        pain and the suffering they cause

Limbs and heads they cut                       to death innocents they stone

Deliberate mayhem and chaos            they delight in despair

Besieged and with rockets assailed      Driven from our homes

The shade of trees we seek                     to shelter we are charged

In fear we live                                          in despair we die

In search of food                                       the grass we cut, cook and we boil

Infants suckle starving or                          corpses of long gone mothers

With swollen bellies                               soundless they wail

In the distance they stare                        for what only a child sees, hope!

In silence, mothers sob                             as little ones slowly die

The suffering we endure                          the heavens cry

And some Somalis rejoice                       in the plight we languish to exist

Silver and gold they seek                         from the anguish of our distress

 

Since you left                                               silence has spread

Despair and grief                                       our lot others we exceed

The land you knew                                    will you hardly recognize

From the cruelty of kinfolk                       to foreign lands we flee

The paradise we have                             in poverty we live

The intent to write                                      was not a pain to cause

To trouble your tranquil                            or disturb your peace

But to tell the tale                                       and tally the toll

For a price, the highest you paid          the day you gave your life

For a cause greater than you                me and all that makes a man

Rest in peace for me                             beloved my dear brother

Give my greetings to all                        who wrongly were their lives robbed

And if close by you have a room         save a space for me

And soon many will follow                 in the state we are


Rashid Yahya Ali
Baltimore, MD
[email protected]


 





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