By: Ahmed Bashe Cabdi

ahmed2ash@hotmail.com

Note: This is a short free verse poem on the Somaliland presidential elections expected to take place in the year 2009. Before you read the poem, I would like to say that as much as I would like for the readers to grab the meaning and objectives of this poem, I would also appreciate it if people do not feel offended by the verses below; I am hoping that readers take this in the spirit of fun and understanding such as moments when I mention the former vice president of America Dan Quayle of whose attributes I am sure we are all well aware of (what is he up to these days, I wonder). Any comments or feedback will also be greatly welcome.

Dedicated to my good friend Abdillahi Hassan Abdillahi (Baxraawi) of Waaheen Media Group

Right between Djibouti and Somalia ,

Lies a fair little country,

Where just like those in America

We find ourselves in a bit of a quandary.

For every four years,

The people get ready to gather.

Except for this year, when bursting into tears,

Rayale was allowed not to give up power.

But that story is not quite new,

And I have other tales just as fine.

Like choosing someone true,

For the election of 2009.

Three contest for our beloved Somaliland ,

Two are destined to make way.

So, who will claim our maiden's fair hand?

Will it be UDUB, UCID or Kulmiye.

All have their pros and cons

I shall speak of each in turn

Like the one's that are predisposed to con

And the others that still need to learn

Such as the party of the sheep UCID

Bits less sophisticate than the rest of the herd

Led by a leader known for being calm and placid

Except when he resembles ole VP Quayle the third

But that in no way compares to the party of UDUB

Treason and Corruption, their main tools in trade

For proof and lack of rhyme, look towards Europe

Where trails of debauchery hasn't even begun to fade

And lastly to Kulmiye, the one that dazzled like pearls

Only the number 80 barred it a remarkable feat

But now, no more than a pack of starved jackals

Fighting one another over who gets the choicest meat

For our remarkable country, this is a really sad situation

Three parties! Three parties! And not one good enough

To stand up and claim the right to rule this fine nation

With its people ever quite sturdy and tough

But perhaps, it is you the People's fault

I know I judge, but hear me out

We chose these three, have we not?

And if you haven't, then no need to pout-

If so inclined, you can just sit this one out.

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