Somalia has been turned into a theatre of war in which too many actors are on the stage. There are insurgents who want to fight the African peace keepers and the Ethiopian troops who were brought here to prop up the Transitional Government of Somalia which has recently been installed after the union of Islamic courts have been given a chase and later bombarded in the bush by American Ac-130's though no Al-qaeda figure of high value has been killed in the intensive air operation.

In this poem an insurgent militia and an Ethiopain soldier are debating over the issue of foreign forces presence in Somalia. The insurgent militia says i attack you till you leave my country while the ethiopian soldier says I have far more superior weapons than you. Don't take the risk of attacking me or my positions within the city, advising the insurgent that peace is the only option he should take if at all he wants to thrive and live in peace. After all the Ethiopian soldier makes it clear to the insurgent that it is the Somalis themselves who destroyed their own country through tribal anarchy and hatred towards each other which gave rise to warlords who fought bitterly till the world couldn't watch the mess anymore. But the insurgent is not convinced with all the points the soldier had hurled upon him and wants to continue fighting to the last drop or till that soldier leaves his country.

With war you perish
With peace you survive
The option is yours
If you fight with me
I surely defeat you
I squash and squeeze
Till you crumble
Like a pack of cards
Or melt in the heat
Like a block of ice
You are a bunch of tribes
United in utter disunity
And divided over unity
You are a dismantled thread
Scattered in the land of war
Never coming together in love
Never weaving a union cloth
But always remain in disarray
As scrappy and fragmented
As the pieces of a broken glass
Don’t blame me boy
Blame yourself
Blame the warlords
They are the ones
Who brought us here