My unacknowledged motherland
Sits deep in the horn of Africa
We named our country Somaliland
But they don't want to hear us
Our flag is already striped
So hear us you must
What was before has been wiped
Our story begins at Red
For the blood that was spilled
where we broke bread
Peace continues amongst white
For the musical silence
That we now hear at moonlight
Our star has gone black
But in Allah we pray to
For our green future,
We do not lack
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