Is anyone really listening?

Is anyone there
Beyond this dust basin
The hopelessness
The tears and despair

Is there anyone listening
Meaningfully listening
To my plea
To end this senselessness
That sent my twin brothers
To a dusty grave
At the age of three

The United Nations has failed me
The government
What government?
The world has totally shirked
Its obligation
If ever it had one
Towards me

So I will walk
Just walk
In what direction you ask?
As if it matters
Until I get somewhere
Anywhere
Dead or alive

Yes,
I will keep walking
Because I have a feeling
That there is more to the world
Than this emptiness
That I feel inside and see around me

Maybe I will get to
I don't know
The Cape of Good Hope
While there is still hope in me
Maybe I will get to the Horn
Of Africa
And there stand
And ask

I will blow my horn
And when they stand before me
I will ask
Why, Africa,why?
Why have we let the children die
Why will no one hold the hand of the elderly
Or show direction to the youth
Instead of allowing them
to fall prey
To anger and bitterness

They all turned a blind eye
To the need for the youth
To be mentored
Guided
Sheltered
From the machinations of evil
So instead of joining university
They joined "The Youth"
Aha, never heard of it?
 But I am sure
Of Al-Shabab
You must have heard

These my friends
Or friends you would be
If you cared just a little
These are the fruits
That Somalia is reaping
And her neighbors around her
For poor governance
No governance
And the world
Shirking its duty?
Obligation?
Responsibility?
Whatever...
Just do what needs to be done.

Some things can wait.
Standing up for what is right is not one of them!