The clock ticks towards a day
Which is in the middle of May
Big to millions in the Horn
That built a nation out of a corn
Unrecognized by the world
Part of the stories untold
That is Somaliland, my home!
The clock ticks towards a day
Which is in the middle of May
When Somalilanders chose their way
Chasing enemies after a noisy fray
When their people were queued to slay
They all took the gun rather than dismay
And they fought very hard until 18 May
Reclaiming their new independence day
The clock ticks towards a day
Which is in the middle of May
The beginning of a series progression
That was impossible without secession
The first action was a reconciliation
That all accepted without a question
Nation-building was the next session
Followed by a free market and education
Then adopting democracy and election
That gave my country a good impression
For sure blessed was the 18 May’s decision
The clock ticks towards a day
Which is in the middle of May
When all Somalilanders will sing
Waving their flag even in Beijing
Showing their ‘cause’ to every king
Wanting a recognition this spring
Considering the impact it will bring
For the people who deserve this thing
Who remained a strong human-being
In a region blown by a devastating wind
While flying with a single wing
By Adnan Abdi
©2011
