The Streets of Mogadishu by Danny Bowden

MILITIA MEN, MILITIA BOYS,
“STOP YOUR CAR, DON’T GIVE ME COINS.”
I NEVER BELIEVED THE WAR WAS OVER,
JUST LIKE THE ONE WE’RE STEWING OVER NOW.

WE HELPED ONCE, WE HELP NO MORE,
“STOP YOUR CAR, GIVE ME MORE.”
DON’T BELIEVE THE WAR IS OVER,
JUST LIKE THE ONE WE’RE STEWING OVER,
BRINGING IT HOME TO THE CLIFFS OF DOVER,
MAYBE YOU’LL SEE THROUGH OTHERS EYES NOW.

THE STREETS OF MOGADISHU BRING THE TRUTH HOME TO YOU,
AND I DO HOPE IT CUTS,
I DO HOPE IT HURTS.
ALL THE KIDS WANT’S A SCHOOL,
STANDING THERE HOLDING A RIFLE.
THE STREETS OF MOGADISHU BRING THE TRUTH HOME TO YOU,
AND I FEEL WE SHOULD HURT,
AND I HOPE I SOON LEARN,
ALL THE WORLD NEEDS IS SCHOOL,
BUT RELIGION RULES AND RIFLES.

(Unfinished).