South Somalia
In the realm of modern-day jest,
Where honor seems but a fleeting quest,
Mothers, wives, and sisters hold their ground,
With condoms and pills forever bound.
In purses deep, their secret stash,
For husbands absent, their absence brash,
Weeks, months, years, they endure the wait,
As wives tread paths of uncertain fate.
In the clutches of Al-Shabaab's might,
Or foreign soldiers, a harrowing plight,
Best-case scenario, a return with child,
A tale of anguish, fears run wild.
When will they cry, "No more, no more!"
In the name of freedom, they implore,
#FreeSouthsomalia, the rallying cry,
For women and kids, under Allah's sky.