In lawless countries like Somalia, women are the sole bread winners of the family as men are away in the war, killing each other. But with all this burden they are the most harassed most victimised groups of the society. They are robbed and raped by gunmen indiscriminately. Single mothers who raise children whose fathers have been killed are the most vulnerable groups who bear the brunt of the war. In this poem the children used to run to their mother when she come back home after a daylong search for bread. And with joy and fervour they throw themselves into the basket to fetch some food stuffs. But this time the situation was far different. Their mother has been robbed in the street and the food has been looted by gunmen. Sadly the two kids went to bed hungry that night.
NB: Sorry for making few additions after I have posted the poem. I have some computer problems. This is one of the stories I used to witness when I was in Mogadishu. With a new president now elected I hope that the trend shall be reversed by punishing those who perpetrated such a tragedy in Somalia. Hope his motto shall be "NO Child Should Sleep Hungry"
Abdi-Noor

Been away for work the whole day
Looking for a piece of bread
Toiling to feed my two orphans
But ended up in a vacuum of agony
As thugs relieved me of my cargo
Robbing me in a broad daylight
With no remorse of their action
Leaving me carry an empty basket
In whose depths I saw
The glaring teeth of hunger
Ready to prey on my two kids
Who unfortunately did not know
Of the tragedy
But thrown themselves into it
Almost waist deep 
Drowning in the depths of emptiness
Not believing what they were seeing
But kept on scratching
The base of a weeping basket