Just to let you have a glimpse at the situation in which I am in terms of survival and security. Being a poet and an author in a war-torn country, Somalia, I feel privileged to share this with you. I do not know how it feels with you to one time dive for cover in fear of being hit by strayed bullets and the other time try to look for the day’s bread.

In science they say an absolute disorder is a pre-requisite condition which has to be attained before a change takes place. This means that you can not cook tea unless the water temperature reaches a certain degree whereby molecules are tossed up and down or break bonds with each other to become free and enjoy in a new state of matter…….. vapor. If warlords wanted us to be their tea, I think we reached the boiling point, we far exceeded the expected level of disorder.

Up there, down here
Anywhere in the country
Clan chiefs are crowned

People carry killer weapons
Kill for the sake of killing
Case never goes to court

Clan elders come together
Blood is just a blood
It is compensated in cash or in camel

In circulation are old cars
Unregistered and unchecked, though
They run any side of the road

No traffic police
No traffic lights
No rule at all

In case of an accident
Clan covers them up
They need no insurance

Numbers? Who cares numbers?
I have no P.O.BOX number
My clan is my contact address

I have no street number
I have no house number
I have no account number

I have no ID number
I have no passport number
I have no license number

But I have an AD number
It is my link to literary life
It is a wonderful site.

My favorites are many
Eileen ranks top of all
She is a Real Jewel

Karla and Karen
Are twin sisters of mine
There is power in their poems

I love Robert and Dani
I love Debashiish and Floria
I love Vesna and lady Peg

Poets at the den
I love you all
I’m proud of you