Fed up with warlords

At gunpoint, a dictator came to power
But his authority soon started to rot
It crumbled over itself mysteriously
It went into the annals of history
But no love was lost between us

Chaotic as the situation had grown
conflict and strife reached peak
Some were displaced from settlements others crossed border for safe heaven
Tentacles of terror strangled Somalia

It became a safe heaven for the evil
It became a dumping site for N. wastes
It became a fertile ground for crime
Its resources have been shipped off
to far and unknow destinations

We have a vastland of good soils
hundreds of thousasnds of acres
But hardly can we feed ourselves
If they escape the day's bullet spray
children go to bed hungry every night

We have no gun factories in Somalia
Yet it is much cheaper than food itself
Every family is armed to the teeth
Hardly an hour passes without shooting
Death is a mere entertainment in here

International forces intervened in 1993 Hope had been restored temporarily
The shadows of misery got rolled back
But something wrong did take place
Mission suspended prematurely

By then we had only two warlords
Now they are infested in everywhere
Over 500 of them are ruling patchlands
They are devouring on us
like hungry lions
And the world is only watching,
not acting
What A Shame.