When Peace Itself is Weeping!

Abdi-Noor Mohamed
Monday, July 27, 2009

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Caddaaladdu waa hooyada nabadda. Mar haddii ay caddaaladu maqantahay, suuragal ma aha in nabad la helo. Haddii aan nabad la helina dawlad lama helayo, haddii aan dawlad la helina lama helayo wax dhowra xurmada iyo karaamada dadka shacabka. Sidaa darted waa in marka hore lagu dadaalaa sidii sharciga loo horkeeni lahaa kuwii ka dambeeyay xasuuqa maatida iyo kuwa hadda faraha kula jira haddii kale waa riyo in nabad buuxda laga dhaliyo geyiga Somalia. Nabadda iyo caddaaladda wey kala horreeyaan. Waa in midda horreysa la tixgeliyaa inta aan tan kale loo gelin haddii kale waa iyadoo la yiri gaariga iyo faraska ha la soo hormariyo gaariga si faraska loo jiido.

One short poem, please.

Dreaming while awake in my sleep
I heard the wail of tortured souls
But not did my senses come to life
Till I realized the identity of the victim
It was Somalia crying out of pain

I saw its air space weeping
Abused with illegal air traffic
Suffocated in rampant pollution
As it died from lack of clean air
Moving its charred lips to speak
But couldn’t carry out the word
Asking me "Where is Peace?"
But peace was nowhere around

I saw the land weeping
Suffering from deforestation
Dying from lack of vegetation
As its trees were cut for charcoal
And sands of horror shifted across
Attempting to pass a message
But failing to complete a sentence
Asking me "Where is Peace"
But peace was nowhere around

I saw the sea weeping
Violated with illegal fishing
Dumped with nuclear wastes
Complaining of massive build up
As pirates hijacked vessels
Fumbling for a needle of hope
Having a wish to weave hope
But failing to find the thread
Asking me "Where is Peace?"
But peace was nowhere around

I met people across the nation
Everywhere, everybody was weeping
They were on a hectic search for peace
But peace itself was looking for peace
As war dismantled THE very core of its existence
Dislocating its family, displacing, disorienting them
Asking me "Where is my Mother?"
Where is my brother? Where is my sister?
I never knew peace had a family
But on the wings of a passing wind
I saw it scribbling the name of its mother: JUSTICE

Abdi-Noor Mohamed
Writer and Filmmaker
Sweden
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