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Somali Flag pic

Author’s note:

Here’s another great anonymous piece, about exploitation:

“Sorry to buck the trend, my activist friend.

But your activ-isms have created schisms in my land.

 

Reminds us of days gone by.

As your ancestor’s ships arrived.

On our shores with the good book in hand.

We are not obliged to match the size of the garments you cast upon us.

 

We are not designed to conform to your fetishes S&M.

We don’t intend to bite the hand that feeds us.

But forgive us We may have lost our appetite.

A long time ago, you enter my dry windless summer.

 

A land for you of infinite drama intervening, hunting for the killer in the wood.

Strange that you should have such swings of mood.

Forgive me for the bitterness swirling in my spleen.

Your cash flows like our tranquil streams.

 

Fulfilling the wildest dreams of our real tormentors.

Our Kings and Queens Send in the troops In endless postcolonial loops.

Like Black Hawk Dawn and Apocalypse .

Now Let’s shoot some hoops in HD and together vow Death to poverty, death to crime.

Time to change the world one RT at a time.

 

You raise awareness?

But what of fairness?

 

Read, watch, click, send In an over-saturated.

Online wasteland, and millions more informed.

 

What if your history was deformed?

Yet still, my continent, to you is but a country.

You maliciously let the internet set the bounty.

 

From ABC to ICC Only because you love me.

But if you love me, why don’t you ask me what I think?

Or do you fear that I, from the fountain, shall too deeply drink?

 

Sorry to buck the trend, my activist friend.

But your activ-isms have created schisms in my land.

 

Forgive me my beloved rebellious bird.

Your voice, unshackled, deserves to be heard.

 

But while you explore our forbidden fruits.

Take me as an equal, from the leaves to the branch, to the trunk, to the roots.”

Gareth Bryant/2013

The Ballad of Somalia:

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Aside

Steven Biko pic

Author’s note:

A Somali-Muslim sister decided to dedicate a poem, to this African leader. However, she wants to remain anonymous, which is cool with me. I do think that this poem is good, and, that she has something important to say in this particular work. So, this is also the reason as to why I am happy & proud to display her writing.

You don’t recognize us But we are the children of your fight Black and white.

I write what I like, you said. Now they do what they like; we mourn for you.

But Steve, mourn for us How handsome you were The infinite potential of youth.

Then a bludgeoned bloated corpse We don’t recognize you in those pictures Black and white.

But it was proof of what they did to you Though we were shy to see it We mourn for you.

But Steve, mourn for us Mourn the tender deal Tender and kind.

Deep in the bowels of the earth there lies our wealth And with glittering glee.

Our leaders squeal It’s mine, it’s mine Squandered with stealth Buyer and lender smile.

While the child Without books, without shoes, walks to a school without teachers Mile after mile.

With every million that divides rich and poor Mourn for us With every woman raped Mourn for us.

With each death Black and white Mourn for us How pretty we were.

The endless possibilities of a country renewed Are our bludgeons to the head

self-inflicted? …as they said yours were Bloated – but not a corpse …yet?

We have all the proof, though we are shy to see it Black and White Rest In Peace.

Gareth Bryant/2013

In Memorandum of Steven Biko: