Jowhar is a town in the North of Mogadishu, Somalia.

With bullets ricocheting over their roof
They couldn’t remain in door or escape
They had to face a dilemma in real life

But there came a lull for a few minutes
When they managed to leave the house
Fleeing for safety in the remote areas

Reaching in the plains of Jowhar town
They have stumbled on a piece of luck
As the agencies distributed them food

Under the scorching sun they sit
With no single shack to shelter in
As sacks of food are piled high

They look back to the good old days
Days which they doubt to come back
Days when they had both food and shelter