#yemen
In brave Yemen where they stand tall
And stories are been told
And hearts of gold Yemeni people have
And the mountains stand tall
Just like the people and there
shadows cast wide and strong
Nurturing hope where the brave abide
Through trials fierce the spirit shines bright
In every dawn's glow and the starry night
And nobody can lay a glove on the mighty Yemen and with hands that strong and dreams are always true and
Brave Yemen rises forever more
So God bless you.
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 3:44 AM UTC
Yemen is the poorest
Country in the Arab world
And it's the richest in history
And spiritually and the richest
In moral clarity and has a very
Powerful military after
Spending $1 billion dollars
Fighting Yemen the American
Army and government got
No where God bless the real
People on the side of
Lord Jesus Christ.
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 7:00 AM UTC
In the sky the engines roars
Wings like eagles bold and sore
American fighter jet shot down tonight
A warplane explodes under the
Yemeni moonlight and Yemeni
Army strong loyal and true
And standing for justice too
Bringing shadows cloaked in night
Yet amid the thunder’s reign
Hope for peace will never
Come but American army
Will never break the Yemeni chain.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 6:25 PM UTC
A jet flying in the blue sky
With clouds and birds flying high
It zoomed like a dream then
Crashed into the red sea
And it met its doom
In the graveyard of the
Yemeni red sea.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 4:21 AM UTC
In Yemen where unity stands
And stories of a rich and ancient land
And memories of joy shared
All around Yemen
And the desert winds blow
Through valleys below and Yemen
A culture that's vibrant and grand.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 6:50 PM UTC
A drone flew high in the Yemeni sky
With a whir and a buzz it would fly
And it captured beautiful Yemen
Through lens so pristine
And then crashed with a scare
Now it's just a strange piece of junk
Left there.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 4:45 AM UTC
There is no ceasefire, not in Gaza, not in Lebanon, not in Sudan,
but only genocide...
aggression...
war...
blood...
slaughter, and pain.
The West Bank continues to be under siege... met by tanks, death,
threats...
Families are met with bullets to their head.
The children are met with amputated limbs.
Children are left orphan... and forgotten.
Communities are met with too many martyrs to grieve...
Where is this ceasefire now?
There is bombardment in Yemen too, directed by the West like a true imperialist.
If one dare to rise up and resist, are met with an iron fist by the international colonizer community, given consent to **** with no impunity...
Dare the amputees speak....
Dare the bullet to the head speak...
Dare the orphan speak....
Dare the resistance speak of their own pain...
There is no ceasefire, but only genocide.
Where is this so-called ceasefire now?
Nowhere in sight....
Where is the anti-war movement?
Nowhere in sight.....
What happened to the anti-war movement?
Nowhere in sight….
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 8:07 AM UTC
_Demon and stration
Devil in the station
Deemed as action
Dew falls on its portion
So sign social interpretation.
To avoid war of faction
No matter what temptation,
do not cause discrimination.
Remember some diaspora
They played an opera
But we ever played biafara.
Some exiled to Accra
Without eating carbonara
Home is a home, just remember.
Its beauty looks like amber.
It's a steady stand like timber.
It's division divided like a chamber.
If stone throws from north,
the south will set forth.
And if it's from south,
the north will set forth.
Bring peace
Not to piece
But to prease
I asked you please
My fellow
Nigerian_
Jul 24, 2024
Jul 24, 2024 at 3:59 AM UTC
A mother sits on the edge
of a hospital bed with her
baby daughter lying on her lap.
The air throughout the hospital
is suffocating, stifling with the
stench of filth and death.
The walls amplify and echo the
anguish of women and children,
and jets fly somewhere overhead.
But she tries to sing a lullaby
through her parched throat
beneath her grubby niqāb. The skin
and bones that make her frame
cannot sway the child for comfort.
She cannot feed her; even if her
******* could provide sustenance,
the child’s sickness would puke it
back up. She craves to cry for God
to spare her little one, but her
bloodshot, sunken eyes no longer
produce tears. All she can offer is
her lullaby, the same one she sang
to all her children. All that remains
of them and their father are fragments,
scattered throughout dirt and debris,
blown to bits a week ago by a blast
in her village. When the only one left
became sick, she started the trek to
the nearest hospital. The journey
greeted her with dust and unbearable
heat, with the agony of an empty
stomach, with a child in misery and
excreting white diarrhea. And when
she finally reached the hospital, the
doctors could not provide treatment.
The disease had progressed too far,
and they did not have the means to
save her daughter. So she sits on a
hospice bed, surrounded by other
sickly and starving bodies, singing a
lullaby. Soon the child closes her eyes
and stops breathing, a thick white
drool leaking down her cheek. Her
mother wipes it away.
-
by Aleksander Mielnikow (Alek the Poet)
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC
Hey give me a hand
Hey please give me a hand
Have mercy on me, at least
Give me something just to eat
I have been hungry for over a year
Don't you all have His fear
Don't you see I am all bones
The flesh eaten away by war & drones
There is no roof over my head
Only mother Earth my all time bed
The bullets & shells took away all
Until I couldn't stand the fall
I am feeble & can not move
This hunger has eaten even my torso
While the World watches me die
How will it face the Creator with its lie
For I will not forgive you on that day
When I will stand tall on the Judgement day.
(Khan, BA)
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
you know how brittle and thin
the bones of a fried chicken look
after you have bit them bare
and licked them clean
imagine bones like that
bulging beneath the skin
of a seven-year-old girl
who is only still alive because she
unlike forty of her brothers and sisters
was not on the school bus
destroyed the other day
by an expensive star-spangled bomb
her lips look like
they haven’t laughed in years
her skin lame as waxpaper
what might have glowed once
in the bright of Yemen’s sun
is left instead to sag in agony
from those sinless unfed bones
while she goes to sleep
for the final time
a tycoon somewhere
eats well and rests easy
on the dollars that bought
the bombs
not really knowing
the price that has been paid
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
Guns are all now silent,
The killings all been done,
The boys are coming home,
The war’s ended, but not for some,
The war to end all wars ended,
One hundred years ago,
The killings started over again,
No poppies in the meadow,
Civil war in Yemen,
The Saudis and Iran,
Russia starts an arms race,
Trump’s wall building plan,
Caravan from Honduras,
Fleeing death and repulsion,
Troops at the Mexican border,
With guns and no discussion,
Mothers fears and lovers tears,
Of family they’ll never see again,
Shootings at schools and bars,
Talk of gun control all in vain.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
clip god's eagles
they praise god at every single turn
and worship him like an addict high
blessing everyone and themselves
even their aeroplanes are blessed
with god's name on the nose
this applies to both civil and military
the warplanes especially are blessed
with pilots who are adept at killing
what does god think about this?
or should we ask the devil?
ten thousand killed in the yemen war
blown to bits by saudi bombs
dropped by planes with god bless
painted on their nose
tell me is this a wise thing?
what is holy about these heinous act?
i'm sure god has something to say
when he speaks who will listen?
the heathen muslim saudis
who use fakely blessed jets
to **** terrorists and civilians
and further an unnamed cause
in the name of who, god?
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC