Daughter Of A Somalian Pirate:I Miss Daddy ,My Best Daddy!.
I am a daughter
of a Somalian pirate
I have eight
and a date
but no mate
School so far
Hard to reach without a car
Our land dry-
Drought the reason why.
My father long time ago didnt sail to loot
The weather was so brute
And then he joined a band of mercenaries
when passing by
Somewhere
He is
bearing a load
so heavy
and a dream to see me as a bride not anymore chevy
He is too brave,
Daddy my best daddy,
on the terrain so barren
shooting,
pillaging,
trudging on
as the battle rages on,
I miss him like mailbox misses letters on sundays
I miss him here
with me
telling me tales
and jokes
and no more raising sails when the moon waxes
My peers in some regions so sick
like a naked stick ,
tying stones on stomachs.
The West, our fierce enemy,
supplying
the internal clans to dig each other's graves
and send the peacelovers to caves
Though, I know, ‘tis a test
Laid for us by Allah,
That the day comes
Of no more burden,
No more sadness .
A time of harmony,
A time of peace,
Oh, how I wish.
