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Somalia
Is next to Ethiopia
In the horn of Africa
Looking like a dystopia
Oozing sadness
Once a beautiful land
Now turning bland
Not many know what they once had
Seeing only the bad
Making me sad
And indefinitely mad.
Yet it's still my home
No matter where I roam
Through whispering dome
Or from Paris to Rome

Yet in this home
Up is down
Left is right
In my home
There is too much fright
There's ****** orphans everywhere
But with all of the fights
There's no one left to care
Up is down
Wrong is right
There's nothing left in our town
Because we fight

My people know this,
My home can't take anymore
But we are lead by the blind
We are now lost
Tearing at our history
At our own land
Forced to flee.
We are unable to gain freedom
From ourselves, we ****
Try as we might, I see no happy endings for this tragic story,
Not in my lifetime.

As we refuse to unite
We strive to end one another
If we keep going at this pace,
We are going to run out of time and lose this race.