Tuesday, September 25, 2007

The darkest day.

Screams, yells, cries torture and pain
In the heartfelt areas of Darfur
Homes burned down
Men killed, women raped
Children live with the disparity and pain
For there is no tomorrow for them
If they make it they’ll see a brighter day
This would be another life on earth


Innocent children you see
13,14 and 15 year old becoming the breadwinners of their family that is left
Because there innocence has been taken away
By a regime with no mercy
They sing we are the children of the world
But where is that at?
Definitely not the old country that I knew
We asked them if they could give us a chance
To be happy and normal
But instead they took that away for us
We solemnly speak out to the world to come
And take us away from these misery.
Darfur poem.

Dark, gloomy country
Forsaken for its hell inside
No one bothers with them

Dirty grimy politicians
Got their stomachs full
For the aid given by wealthy nations
All the seem to care is for themselves

Hunger, hunger on the faces of children
So sick with big bellies
You’d think they are healthy
But it’s a disease waiting to kill

Big huge flat bare ground
So dry with cracks on it
You’d think no one lives here
Except people waiting to get dispersed
It’s a Diaspora waiting to happen
For the people only know one home
Sudan, Sudan , oh Sudan
Please let us stay.
Darfur poem.

Dark, gloomy country
Forsaken for its hell inside
No one bothers with them

Dirty grimy politicians
Got their stomachs full
For the aid given by wealthy nations
All the seem to care is for themselves

Hunger, hunger on the faces of children
So sick with big bellies
You’d think they are healthy
But it’s a disease waiting to kill

Big huge flat bare ground
So dry with cracks on it
You’d think no one lives here
Except people waiting to get dispersed
It’s a Diaspora waiting to happen
For the people only know one home
Sudan, Sudan , oh Sudan
Please let us stay.

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

killing fields of sudan

i poem that i really connected with was the one of killing fields of sudan. i really felt the pain they went through to get to where they were in a state of mind.
and it goes like these~

oh the agony and sorrow imense
more than any human can bear
such muredrous evil wickedness
in killing fields unjust they dare.

i really felt sad about that verse, because i came from a country that has broken because of war.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

assignment one

my name is hamdi iam from kenya , i have two siblings a sister who is younger and a brother who is older than me. The kinds of writting i like are poetry , and literature, the next four months i would like to work on my langauge skills and be comfortable with what i write and also do the best to my ability to write well. i am really not a fun of writting but i know i writer that i like they way he wrote and he is called John stanberk. i enjoyed the skills he used like the way he used his words to explain what he ment.

An example of my writting:
title Goobye my country

Goodbye two simple words
together they make the hardest word
goodbye is not the end of the world
goodbye makes us human cry
with no hope or smile.

Goodbye my country
Is what i said when i left somalia
where many of us wre born
in a country which is torn
we fight each other
rather than stick to each other.


Somalia is my homeland
i can't believe i left it behind
Bitter tears drip down the ocean
Because of the tough time the faced
running and moving from place to place
Has taken away the smile off their faces

My country will unite
Somalia will thrive
They'll be no longer war and tears
just happiness and salvation.