I put my mind on it <br />when the day starts with guns <br />blowing away all the corners <br />only way to move is creeping <br />on streets like reptiles <br />bullets flying <br />like leaves of trees <br />even street kids <br />got guns like AK47s <br />all I hear is tribisms <br />and rocket propelled grenades <br />blow you away if you front <br />but people not realizing why they killing <br />each other brutally <br /> <br />all I am saying are we ther yet <br />or we still don't know what was the pioson <br />we need to radicate tribism <br />and need unity and peace <br /> <br /> <br />I always put in my mind <br />what would happen to us <br />without that evil Berlin conference <br />where white people divided us <br />like a peace of cake <br />way before they come <br />we were brother and sisters in Africa <br />there was tribism or clanism <br />only to know each other better <br />but white missionaries in early centuries <br />injected in us a pioson called hatred <br />with each other <br /> <br />all I am saying are we ther yet <br />or we still don't know what was the pioson <br />we need to radicate tribism <br />and need unity and peace<br /><br />Omar Ahmed<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/are-we-there-yet/
