Drought in Somalia by Jodekss

Let's let sleep the dead roaring moos of Biafra fa

May the course of all worldly governments run ought ye

Let's mourn on high unto the ways of David's; tear

flow down our all living eyes soaked so sickly in blood

and fill the earth's unto reeking forlorn of atom of dirt

All Blacks and Whites wear your sacks as cloths

Clothe up your pride without within waste bins 

and wet your toxic thirst with your urines 

All eyes should bulge out with stripes of blood veins marked 

As our hairs too should grow too tall touching the tepid nature of nature nigh

Lo, Lord your works are wondrous as you are dearly dangerous

as You are nice like the ice which cools the heating thirst of lass

We worship You even as we see seeing sockets as eyes

Skeletons of humans crawling their arid deserts without desserts

in Somalia

What of Nigeria?  

In Somalia there is pain and agony

There's the tour of dearth and death is reaping the remnants

of this dry fun 

From dusk to dawn

And parents and peers are pierced 

In loss and lust for food to feed once in forty four fortnights

For there their dear towns are as dry as silence as noising their nature 

Father, we cry unto You in Your hidden haven to yield

Your rain we beg to pelt the drought in Somalia into wet

We want water to fill their desert into green grasses where

happy apples grow green and oranges stand youthfully yellow

Where tomatoes show off really red and pepper peppering pupils' pupils.... 

Make it rain down their drain cleansing their penury n' pain

Make those dis-eased mouths munch yams and beans

and well whilst their thatched roofs feel the touch of Your pelting kindness. 

©2019 Jodekss Gloatkenf