War on tribal basis has no end until the two feuding brothers kill each other.
Brother taking revenge against brother
Leaves blood stains on the sands of anarchy
In the evil shadows of politial illusion
They fight the unholy war of tribalism
I against my brother is the rule of the game
No enemy is needed to let their land slip away
'cause they are busy killing each other
They are Somalis.
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Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on January 10, 2007
We all come from God, so we are His children. But we read how Cain killed Abel. Brothers killing brothers. It has never stopped. Victor
To be torn in a sort of civil war is so very sad and also so very frightening. It tears apart a country when its people start choosing sides and murder their fellow countrymen. War is terrible no matter the cause or place but civil war creates wounds so deep that the scars bleed for generations to come. Excellent write on a very sad topic.
Take care,
Sherry
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Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o(
Take care,
Sherry