The Archers Of The Indian Ocean Poem by Major Elazia

They suffer the humilition of an empty plate,
A blue rainless sky and scorching sun
And the daily sounds of war is a familiar thing
In the way the wage their war of survival

A nation in ruins left for the dogs
They chance their lives to the sea
The fish does not bring much in fortune
When they know the merchant ships are dollars

The town bandits are coming to seek a luck,
Their nation is stuck in a hopeless situation
The warlords are now the pirate merchants
Ransom runs a nation in peril

The great and big oil tankers have been caught
Far into the sea an arms ship is taken
In foreign territory cargo ships are under siege
It is the mayhem for the nations to cry
A price to pay for neglecting a dying land

The pirates of Somali have created a kingdom
An empire of easy wealth and easy guns
They rule the sea and ocean,
While the fighting on land makes more pirates be born
And world keeps on crying of the pirates.

A bullet or two stalls the pirates
A nation of soldiers at sea hinders their advance
But the best medicine
Is for all to make Somali a land of peace.