sallam yassin

(05/06/1968 / Hargeisa, Somaliland)

Somaliland


Logic meant to be flat
My love meant to fight

My land is the land of the lonely tree
The land of the lonely tree
Is out of the map
But she concurred
Space in every heart
Maybe harsh
But mine

Oh Allah bless
My people an my land

Her ballade is my anthem of pride
Watch the flag is flying high
Read the lips
out of the heart
Who recite holy words
The victory and the forte
For Allah

Oh Allah bless
My people an my land

Submitted: Saturday, June 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013

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Stay and fight with love with faith; that is your weapon to change
stay tall like the lonely tree....
damn the hate.... only I hate ignorance and injustice

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