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

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