Justice for the Precious Pearl

Justice for the Precious Pearl
Ishwak Mohamed Sokorow

This poem is from my heart. I wrote it while thinking of my country (Somalia), I thought to write from the land prospective rather than the people.

Oh my brothers and sisters
Why must I be hurt by your own hands?
Why must I be ripped apart like piece of paper?
Why must I live in fear?
Worried which part of me will explode next
Oh my brothers and sisters
Why must I cry?
Like a newborn child
Unrecognisable to my surrounding
Why must you use me and toss me like garbage?
Why must you walk on me without noticing my anger?
Oh my brothers and sisters
Do you know your brutal ways have caused me so much pain, hurt,
and loneliness?
I am afraid these tears of ocean, will burst out of control