Beautiful, mysterious and evasive,
We still managed to penetrate her-
Wrecked havoc immersive,
Now our land she’s out to tar.

Somalia we turned into a whore,
Harried, burned and killed-
This serpent now strikes at our core,
Has us all scared and frilled.

Continue raping or retreat?
That, now, is the query-
Withdraw our troops and claim defeat?
And risk being turned into quarry?

Pull out of Somalia we must,
Prithee, no more bloodshed-
Lost so many, are we cursed?
Put this insane war to bed.

Wave that flag majestic and white,
Call a truce and rear our fangs-
Guerilla Warfare so contrite,
Put out these fire tongues.


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