"somalian" poems - Hello Poetry

Gunboats ahoy there’s pirates about Speeding from Somali’s shore, A fast flimsy boat and some black skinny men With grenade launchers, cannon and more. They’re coming to capture the tankers They’re coming to capture the crew They’re coming to take you hostage Because fat cats will pay cash for you. It’s happening more every day now Ships are held to ransom for gold, This contagion is out of hand now The Somalian pirates are becoming so bold. Hard men in the west prepare crackdowns Gunboats sail for the Gulf as we speak, With instructions to shoot to **** now And make eradication of pirates complete! But you ask, why is this happening? Why does a man, a pirate become? What instigates this crazy morphosis From fisherman to pirate with gun? Somalia has no Government to speak of, It collapsed and went long ago. No law or army in place here, Life is dangerous, chaotic and low. Some fat cats made use of the vacuum They ditched toxic waste in the sea They irradiated the coastline region Making this a poisoned place to be. The coast folk were dying in thousands Sick mothers lost babies and kids Black illness spread madly in villages Then blind panic and pain hit the skids. Some fat cats made use of the vacuum They trawled the coastline clean Somalia’s fishermen were destitute The catch went from vast to lean. The villagers were starving and hopeless And what was pain became death. The leaders appealed for salvation But those with the means, had turned deaf. Who would take this problem on now? Who would make these ******** pay? Most turned around and shunned them, The world had turned and looked away. So hit transgressors where they’re vulnerable. Strike in sea lanes where it’s free. Hit them near the Horn of Africa. Attack with blades of piracy. Hooray for the small man’s justice. Hooray for his skinny, black shanks, Please God help their quest for deliverance For the West has arrived with their tanks. Now I ask you, in all fairness To stand back and view the scene, Where the richest and most powerful are doing something that's obscene For not only are they poisoning The most vulnerable race on earth But compounding it with genocide, And I add, for what it's worth, The West, in righteous arrogance, are crushing poorest fellow man In his struggle for survival Against their mammoth, global hand. Marshalg @theGate Mangere Bridge 25 April 2009

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Jan 19, 2010

Jan 19, 2010 at 7:33 PM UTC

marshal-gebbie

Gunboat Pirates

Gunboats ahoy there’s pirates about Speeding from Somali’s shore, A fast flimsy boat and some black skinny men With grenade launchers, cannon and more. They’re coming to capture the tankers They’re coming to capture the crew They’re coming to take you hostage Because fat cats will pay cash for you. It’s happening more every day now Ships are held to ransom for gold, This contagion is out of hand now The Somalian pirates are becoming so bold. Hard men in the west prepare crackdowns Gunboats sail for the Gulf as we speak, With instructions to shoot to **** now And make eradication of pirates complete! But you ask, why is this happening? Why does a man, a pirate become? What instigates this crazy morphosis From fisherman to pirate with gun? Somalia has no Government to speak of, It collapsed and went long ago. No law or army in place here, Life is dangerous, chaotic and low. Some fat cats made use of the vacuum They ditched toxic waste in the sea They irradiated the coastline region Making this a poisoned place to be. The coast folk were dying in thousands Sick mothers lost babies and kids Black illness spread madly in villages Then blind panic and pain hit the skids. Some fat cats made use of the vacuum They trawled the coastline clean Somalia’s fishermen were destitute The catch went from vast to lean. The villagers were starving and hopeless And what was pain became death. The leaders appealed for salvation But those with the means, had turned deaf. Who would take this problem on now? Who would make these ******** pay? Most turned around and shunned them, The world had turned and looked away. So hit transgressors where they’re vulnerable. Strike in sea lanes where it’s free. Hit them near the Horn of Africa. Attack with blades of piracy. Hooray for the small man’s justice. Hooray for his skinny, black shanks, Please God help their quest for deliverance For the West has arrived with their tanks. Now I ask you, in all fairness To stand back and view the scene, Where the richest and most powerful are doing something that's obscene For not only are they poisoning The most vulnerable race on earth But compounding it with genocide, And I add, for what it's worth, The West, in righteous arrogance, are crushing poorest fellow man In his struggle for survival Against their mammoth, global hand. Marshalg @theGate Mangere Bridge 25 April 2009

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Yadda......yadda......yadda he's dying of loneliness Go listen to the news They're Nine million people lonely in the country You're all known for your coldness Some don't even know their neighbours You abandon your parents when they get old Put them away in Retirement homes when was the last time you saw your elderly mum when was the last time you called your sister Thank God for the GRASS being the scapegoat used by crooks To illustrate community mobbing let us all gang up together Now you're hugging the Asians and the blacks are your best friends yadda......yadda......yadda come join the club we are all mates now against that outsider grass we welcome all the ***** ******* are molesting women oh it's just to make grass envious cause we've stopped him loving talk to me I hate you no more because grass is more hated no more bullying you just join us and help us harass that grass don't trouble that foreign shopkeeper we now want him to join welcome Muslim brothers and sisters come join us we now like you cause we have somebody else to hate hey Mr ugly come here for a hug just make sure its in front of grass you my loner friend be lonely no more you are now a club member you Somalian, you Ethopian, you chinese, you Ugandan no matter everyone is friends no more hassle just hate the grass as much as us yadda......yadda......yadda this is politics we fool and fool you all when we need you you are our best friends we show you our commonality and bring you into the fold just make sure you do as you're told and don't grass like grass we will give you opportunities to make grass jealous we will forge a grapevine from here to Kathmandu and beyond we will teach you hate and poison your stinking minds we will imprison you and make you our slaves to serve us just make sure you give that grass a hard time and come for a prize this is all our secret and your minds belongs to us gangstalking crew make him lonely make him friendless and show viva democracy You are all simpletons and that's how you will stay in our pockets this is a union of morons by morons for morons and the crooks win yadda......yadda......yadda

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Sep 29, 2018

Sep 29, 2018 at 3:26 AM UTC

yenson

Yadda....Yadda......Yadda......

Yadda......yadda......yadda he's dying of loneliness Go listen to the news They're Nine million people lonely in the country You're all known for your coldness Some don't even know their neighbours You abandon your parents when they get old Put them away in Retirement homes when was the last time you saw your elderly mum when was the last time you called your sister Thank God for the GRASS being the scapegoat used by crooks To illustrate community mobbing let us all gang up together Now you're hugging the Asians and the blacks are your best friends yadda......yadda......yadda come join the club we are all mates now against that outsider grass we welcome all the ***** ******* are molesting women oh it's just to make grass envious cause we've stopped him loving talk to me I hate you no more because grass is more hated no more bullying you just join us and help us harass that grass don't trouble that foreign shopkeeper we now want him to join welcome Muslim brothers and sisters come join us we now like you cause we have somebody else to hate hey Mr ugly come here for a hug just make sure its in front of grass you my loner friend be lonely no more you are now a club member you Somalian, you Ethopian, you chinese, you Ugandan no matter everyone is friends no more hassle just hate the grass as much as us yadda......yadda......yadda this is politics we fool and fool you all when we need you you are our best friends we show you our commonality and bring you into the fold just make sure you do as you're told and don't grass like grass we will give you opportunities to make grass jealous we will forge a grapevine from here to Kathmandu and beyond we will teach you hate and poison your stinking minds we will imprison you and make you our slaves to serve us just make sure you give that grass a hard time and come for a prize this is all our secret and your minds belongs to us gangstalking crew make him lonely make him friendless and show viva democracy You are all simpletons and that's how you will stay in our pockets this is a union of morons by morons for morons and the crooks win yadda......yadda......yadda

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Turns out the King of the Projects couldn’t even tie his shoes. Couldn’t draw or make love. Hell could barely even read and definitely didn’t know how to sing the blues. Turns out the King got his crown after two and half games of basketball on the weedy court at sundown the day before his tenth birthday. Turns out the King was the roughest, toughest, scabbiest fourth grader in the whole **** grade, raised from good Somalian stock and willing to sucker punch kids darker than he. Turns out the 4 ft 5 King of the Projects stood mighty tall over the class pet ferret, ephemeral creature of habit, watched the rodent with eyes peeled as if the two shared the same beating heart boombox. As it turns out, every day at noon we had music but the drums were always taken by the King who pounded a steady beat to the shake shake shake of the music teacher's 'script of benzos, eyes still glued to the ferret, seeking a ritualized dance. Turns out the class pet escaped last week. Turns out the King stopped coming too. Shame really. As the teacher, I felt I had to have something to say to him. Turns out I was just as scared as he.

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May 28, 2013

May 28, 2013 at 11:23 PM UTC

joshua-martin

King Of the Projects

Turns out the King of the Projects couldn’t even tie his shoes. Couldn’t draw or make love. Hell could barely even read and definitely didn’t know how to sing the blues. Turns out the King got his crown after two and half games of basketball on the weedy court at sundown the day before his tenth birthday. Turns out the King was the roughest, toughest, scabbiest fourth grader in the whole **** grade, raised from good Somalian stock and willing to sucker punch kids darker than he. Turns out the 4 ft 5 King of the Projects stood mighty tall over the class pet ferret, ephemeral creature of habit, watched the rodent with eyes peeled as if the two shared the same beating heart boombox. As it turns out, every day at noon we had music but the drums were always taken by the King who pounded a steady beat to the shake shake shake of the music teacher's 'script of benzos, eyes still glued to the ferret, seeking a ritualized dance. Turns out the class pet escaped last week. Turns out the King stopped coming too. Shame really. As the teacher, I felt I had to have something to say to him. Turns out I was just as scared as he.

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By: Cedric McClester Abdul and the pirates Often used to boast How they had impunity Along the Somalian coast Taking ships whenever The opportunity appeared Holding them for ransom So the ***** could be shared Then the Maersk Alabama Came into the sight Of Abdul and the pirates Quite to their delight So they came aboard Making their demands But the unarmed Maersk crew Took it from their hands Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Eventually who would fall So they took the captain Who had volunteered To become their hostage As towards home they steered Hoping they could reach The Somalian shore Where they would be successful In demanding much much more Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Eventually who would fall A team of Navy snipers Were quietly on the case Looking for a target When the order was in place Abdul and the Pirates Unwillingly complied And that perhaps explains Why it is they died Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Eventually who would fall So they took the captain Who had volunteered To become their hostage As towards home they steered Hoping they could reach The Somalian shore Where they would be successful In demanding much much more Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Evenually who would fall Abdul and the Pirate Aren’t around to boast How they had impunity Along the Somalian coast Quite unfortunately for them They’ve become burnt toast (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.

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Apr 21, 2015

Apr 21, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC

cedric-mcclester

ABDUL AND THE PIRATES

By: Cedric McClester Abdul and the pirates Often used to boast How they had impunity Along the Somalian coast Taking ships whenever The opportunity appeared Holding them for ransom So the ***** could be shared Then the Maersk Alabama Came into the sight Of Abdul and the pirates Quite to their delight So they came aboard Making their demands But the unarmed Maersk crew Took it from their hands Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Eventually who would fall So they took the captain Who had volunteered To become their hostage As towards home they steered Hoping they could reach The Somalian shore Where they would be successful In demanding much much more Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Eventually who would fall A team of Navy snipers Were quietly on the case Looking for a target When the order was in place Abdul and the Pirates Unwillingly complied And that perhaps explains Why it is they died Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Eventually who would fall So they took the captain Who had volunteered To become their hostage As towards home they steered Hoping they could reach The Somalian shore Where they would be successful In demanding much much more Abdul and the pirates Had no idea at all That they would be the ones Evenually who would fall Abdul and the Pirate Aren’t around to boast How they had impunity Along the Somalian coast Quite unfortunately for them They’ve become burnt toast (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.

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My heart yearns for a man I want to tell him but I don't know if I can He is my superman And reminds me of a Somalian I am his number one fan He is Eminem and I am stan One day he will know of my plan His name is ... Lorcan

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Sep 18, 2011

Sep 18, 2011 at 6:40 PM UTC

eoin-doyle

Buried Desire

My heart yearns for a man I want to tell him but I don't know if I can He is my superman And reminds me of a Somalian I am his number one fan He is Eminem and I am stan One day he will know of my plan His name is ... Lorcan

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I walk these streets and hear the pitter patter of rain paint the street I throw on the beats and get my audio on/ I Feel the rain wash down my neck and a trickle goes down my spine as the music travels up my spine My eyes get bloodshot off of the Pine Smell of my bud in the air I take a long drag and watch the cherry get really long its a long walk but I have a shaggy stroll and keep in mind that I'm baked listenin to Method Man while the music is in sychronization with the view of a lighting striking. It blows my mind that I almost trip over a curb and scuff up my Jordan Flights that have been ruined from being my most comfortable walking shoes. I look around and see a couple kids buying a 10 sack or 20 sack from a Somalian..... which isnt smart cuz" half the time that **** aint even weed"(quoting Thorogood from Half baked). I gigle and think about what If I just yelled freeze what there reaction would be but I just pass by and wave with my blunt in the air Saluting the other *** heads out in these elements to get faded May the Force be with you Young Jedi Jedi Mind Tricks switch over onto my headphones and I begin to think my blunt is a light saber and im on some type of epic adventour.... But I'm only go to the grocery store for another wrap, a bottle of welches strawberry soda,and a nutty bar... Muchies will take you the strangest places.

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Sep 10, 2013

Sep 10, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC

jam-rock

Munchies Will Take You To The Strangest Places....

I walk these streets and hear the pitter patter of rain paint the street I throw on the beats and get my audio on/ I Feel the rain wash down my neck and a trickle goes down my spine as the music travels up my spine My eyes get bloodshot off of the Pine Smell of my bud in the air I take a long drag and watch the cherry get really long its a long walk but I have a shaggy stroll and keep in mind that I'm baked listenin to Method Man while the music is in sychronization with the view of a lighting striking. It blows my mind that I almost trip over a curb and scuff up my Jordan Flights that have been ruined from being my most comfortable walking shoes. I look around and see a couple kids buying a 10 sack or 20 sack from a Somalian..... which isnt smart cuz" half the time that **** aint even weed"(quoting Thorogood from Half baked). I gigle and think about what If I just yelled freeze what there reaction would be but I just pass by and wave with my blunt in the air Saluting the other *** heads out in these elements to get faded May the Force be with you Young Jedi Jedi Mind Tricks switch over onto my headphones and I begin to think my blunt is a light saber and im on some type of epic adventour.... But I'm only go to the grocery store for another wrap, a bottle of welches strawberry soda,and a nutty bar... Muchies will take you the strangest places.

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these cultural darwinists always seem to frame their arguments with something akin to: oh... when i was five... well done! i'm not jealous... ridicule / sarcasm can be mistaken for that sort of emotional content... how about you sit on a balcony with two macaque monkeys and end up feeding them sugar bags... and then tea... without water... and then wonder: why are they getting all ******* crazy? honest to god... i spent 2 weeks in kenya... the highlight? the macaque monkeys... + the baboon that was a somalian pirate who raided the tourists' cafeteria... and the other baboon with haemorrhoid growths on its plump pink protruding buttocks... that was fun... so yeah... kenya... chilling during the day... macaques going bonkers on the sugar... chilling during the night... macaques going bonkers paranoid: it's a snake! africa is weird... in europe it's not even like we get owls roosting in outer-suburbia cooing... in africa? you can sit outside in the night and still chance to hear a monkey twitching or talking in its sleep... but i really don't know how the colonial powers that once were managed it... 2 weeks in... and i was like: get me the **** out of here! the heat was unbearable! but it's true... they always tell this story: oh, when i was five... clap clap clap... oh when i was seven... hoorah! and when i chilled out with two macaque monkeys on a balcony... trying to forgive the kenyan noon sun... while watching a somali baboon raid the tourists' cafeteria... well... **** happens... to be honest though... the most soothing senstation runs through you falling asleep in kenya in the night, watching the ocean... on a deck chair... you put an unfinished glass of brandy near your head... you wake up in the morning... and you're like: who the **** stole my brandy! ah... but it's all about the macaques... and the somali baboon pirates... baboons are really obnoxious ******** they're not exactly cheeky like the macaques due to their size... strong ************* i'd say half the size of a chimpanzee... ah **** but seeing haemorrhoids on a baboon's protruding *** let me tell you... that's a cure for wanting to see the Eiffel tower after seeing what i said prior.

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Apr 6, 2017

Apr 6, 2017 at 7:50 PM UTC

removed.polaroid-scrabble

monkeys talking in their sleep

these cultural darwinists always seem to frame their arguments with something akin to: oh... when i was five... well done! i'm not jealous... ridicule / sarcasm can be mistaken for that sort of emotional content... how about you sit on a balcony with two macaque monkeys and end up feeding them sugar bags... and then tea... without water... and then wonder: why are they getting all ******* crazy? honest to god... i spent 2 weeks in kenya... the highlight? the macaque monkeys... + the baboon that was a somalian pirate who raided the tourists' cafeteria... and the other baboon with haemorrhoid growths on its plump pink protruding buttocks... that was fun... so yeah... kenya... chilling during the day... macaques going bonkers on the sugar... chilling during the night... macaques going bonkers paranoid: it's a snake! africa is weird... in europe it's not even like we get owls roosting in outer-suburbia cooing... in africa? you can sit outside in the night and still chance to hear a monkey twitching or talking in its sleep... but i really don't know how the colonial powers that once were managed it... 2 weeks in... and i was like: get me the **** out of here! the heat was unbearable! but it's true... they always tell this story: oh, when i was five... clap clap clap... oh when i was seven... hoorah! and when i chilled out with two macaque monkeys on a balcony... trying to forgive the kenyan noon sun... while watching a somali baboon raid the tourists' cafeteria... well... **** happens... to be honest though... the most soothing senstation runs through you falling asleep in kenya in the night, watching the ocean... on a deck chair... you put an unfinished glass of brandy near your head... you wake up in the morning... and you're like: who the **** stole my brandy! ah... but it's all about the macaques... and the somali baboon pirates... baboons are really obnoxious ******** they're not exactly cheeky like the macaques due to their size... strong ************* i'd say half the size of a chimpanzee... ah **** but seeing haemorrhoids on a baboon's protruding *** let me tell you... that's a cure for wanting to see the Eiffel tower after seeing what i said prior.

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#Al Shabab having terrorist fits while Nairobi is taking the hits. An attack calculated by gunmen, frustrated for lack of Somalian *****

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Jan 17, 2019

Jan 17, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC

connecthook

Mambo Bado Limerick

#Al Shabab having terrorist fits while Nairobi is taking the hits. An attack calculated by gunmen, frustrated for lack of Somalian *****

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Shaking ***** In Djibouti The things u do In the line of Duty, U too soft for this siht Chicken lil U a tooti-frooti. We looting with the Somalian pirates Then at night steal their ***** Hand cuff their *** bk to UT Kick him like the matrix Then make him my btich like a ********** Doing lines In the line of duty Shooting stars Leavin scars Stabbing Like the Call of Duty. Black ops & White cops Busy setting souls free Doing God's work I believe by Going On a ******* Killing spree.

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Dec 31, 2018

Dec 31, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC

Saa

Pat-riot

Shaking ***** In Djibouti The things u do In the line of Duty, U too soft for this siht Chicken lil U a tooti-frooti. We looting with the Somalian pirates Then at night steal their ***** Hand cuff their *** bk to UT Kick him like the matrix Then make him my btich like a ********** Doing lines In the line of duty Shooting stars Leavin scars Stabbing Like the Call of Duty. Black ops & White cops Busy setting souls free Doing God's work I believe by Going On a ******* Killing spree.

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