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Before I start narrating my verse I would like to salute Siye Abreha for the interview conducted with TV Tigrai . It is a tragedy that he had to spend years in prison when he could have had, among others, dealt with Isayas’s threat and blackmail. That said, he now has demonstrated his leadership qualities, putting aside his personal feelings, for standing behind the right principles, including defending the position of TPLF now adopted, un affected by the personal damages inflicted upon him for years. I have always voiced against the injustice of putting him behind bars back then inaudible though it was, as many others did.
ሞኣ Covid virus!
ሞኣ Covid virus The ዕምነገደ Universe! Attention you pay, I am here to stay. You need to obey, Rules set to play; Then you hope and pray, That you do not fall prey.
I am nay Like the one you fought To his knee then brought.
Forget that disgraced, I have now displaced; Who blazoned to announce That he is ሞኣ ኣንብሳ The ዘእምነገደ Judaic Moses; Now a carcass You need to worry less.
And if you think you have A fighting chance Against I: ሞኣ Covid Virus; As long as I breathe I will squeeze every ounce Of your lungs tissues to reave, Heralding you ultimate death.
Be it in the trenches; Close arm to arm combat, Or on the march, I will spare you no time to grieve; Your sense of empathy to retrieve No moment for a drop of tear In sorrow, your vision to blear Nor a bellow of mourning roar As a comrade stand next falls Right where you paused to stroll Or where you lay in between merlons and crenel, Behind the defense walls.
You may feel You are no longer made of steel On an even keel.
Indeed, you are not; fear, I will shear and tear The life style you call so dear, Worse than a nuclear trident’s spear.
This is a war like no other, You will not pause to breath, A sigh of relief; Your stamina to retrieve, Nor a minute to grieve A drop of a tear to shed, Bellowing a mourning sound, The pain of the wound to drown.
Suffer as you might You will not be out of the woods yet Even when my invisible guns are silent Pent up traumas will begin to vent For years to come on the bend.
I Covid is the combatant; Not only had those enrolled, Guns able to hold But also the young and the old Are compelled to fight The plight, I set alight Before they turn white of a blight.
I Covid has brought The war theatre forward Nobody knows who is to die Who is to last and hold.
No amount of wrought, The powerful trot Would stave off my plot; To sizzling them on the frying pot Even when they flouted the law They instructed others to follow.
Taking a drug; a nostrum; In the hope the virus to storm: So as the mantel of Power to glean While they turn keen To wean on, And/or exerting others back to routine.
They have lost the morale ground They are bound to standby In the face of adversity implied. They have chickened out to comply While foisting others their lives to scarify; Their greed for money to satisfy.
Why then people of faith Put such leaders in office, In the first place?
Add to this, the silence! Where are the others Who profess In the prevalence of justice When the earthly space is now in a mess - Dictated by I the Covud, A deadly virus?
Those too, the culprits! When there is nothing left to eat For lack of a substitute Starvation to beat; A pursuit, Indefensible albeit, One may resort to rats And other bushmeat.
But to simply flaunt one's own might, Turn zoophagous extremists, Open the tundra box, Devour pets and all kind of beasts; The likes of fox Pangolin, aardvark and snakes, So also crickets, maggots, Snails and crocodile tails in the West, As they pleased feast, Many more in the list. You name it.
Comeuppance; hoisted with own petard! Does indeed exist; People unraveled and prod For me the Covid to come out and explode.
You all have now a mouthful slew More than you are able to chew But invisible to spew Alas! All are now skewed Through the reckless acts of the few.
Yared Huluf 05-25-20 |