Bloods thicker than water

Bloods thicker than Water,
How am I meant to understand the meaning of family,
When we're scattered across the globe,
Our parents running away from home,
Into completely different directions.
And I know I'm directionally challenged.
But when it came to war we knew south-east from north-west,
Fleeing with the rest.
Which is why I, of the next generation, pray for a family reunion.
And I know there's too many to count,
And there's more than I know,
I pray that I get to know, my family.
Because our bloods thicker than the oceans we fled,
Than the tears we shed, in war-torn Somalia.
Where they, taught us hatred and war,
And left us scattered on the floor.
With our men still fully armed,
Motherland alarmed.
At how quickly love changed to war,
We saw...
The white pearl of the Indian Ocean,
Turn red from blood shed.

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