The emperor’s new clothes (Donkey magic)

In praise of a donkey, Musa who?
The death toll is over 40, Musa who?

The cries of a child holding on to dear mother
War in the markets, death in the mosques
Is there no remorse for one another?

Mudulood elders hide in terror,
They have lost the art to teach and at times
Dumbfounded they cant even speak
They instead negotiate to be president
Forever proud of Karan and Madina their dusted
residence

The Joke of Somalia
kin of general Daud why you still want to haggle with
me?
I tamed your cousins in Galkacyu
I got peace and prosperity in Bossaso
I am on my way to Kismayu
So Abgal be a good boy be patient and wait for me

Your people are split poor and bloody
What happened to that satire cause you no longer sound
funny?

In simple truth you’re a hoax with no strategy no end
game
You chase after the Jackals fame

Blame it on others, for in Madina your lot cant bring
an instance of peace

Your leadership credentials are weak
You talk big on the BBC but in front of men
In front of YEY your still meek

Sons of Salebaan are still around and before noon we
will reclaim that crown

Then Hutu you will have the peace that you long for
The peace that your heart craves for
Xamar will be the bright
I am your light so hold my coat at the door

Hutu magic is to forget, and to confuse Osman’s Qardo
For the dirt of Manaboleyo

Forget Edoor that’s an old story,
12 years we waited no victor just talk of cheap Glory

How you measure a man?
Omar Smatar the Swikroon Kena deeds General
Or fake Hersi Daud the colonials General?

Majerteenya is your history
Osmanoya is your script
Awale’s flag you hold
And you still want to talk to me, now that’s bold

Dear - Haji Musa Xayow Maxow
When will there be peace in south Mogadishu?
When will the kids in Madina walk free?
When will the Abgal phenomenon deliver?

When will the hutus go home?

Hanad Ahmed
visionsomali@yahoo.co.uk