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5-1-20
I am the oldest human alive A century and a quarter add five I claim not being a saint I had my own faults to recount, That said, I have been shot thrice - You know who the culprit - But I survived.
Should I be grateful Or curse my life? I am not so sure which to choose!
Still a fire raged in me Bringing to my knees, Despair my soul wishing to flee.
I sought help
But no one could come to my aid As they got no means to provide.
Then I turned to the old flint I knelt under its feet And stretched my hands to submit.
I blazoned as loud as I could So my plight understood!
“Mirror at the top of Menhir, can hear? You are old enough to remember A distance from you a few meters Below the steeple; Who forged the bell and install At the sanctuary of the belle Who was carried across The Strait of Bab al Mendel Heartbroken at the lo the loss she couldn’t handle; Her son walked through hell For teaching the Gospel?
Mirror at the top of Stele Tell the tale No time to quell Before the tide swell!
Your voice remained silent, That you have failed Those who hewed the sprawl; That was, and shaped you as a stalwart model; At the foothill looking tall.
They minted the currency, Built the ships long as eyes can see, That carried your fame across the sea.
When they were frog marched and expelled As demons that cast an evil eye spell Deprecated as ቡዳ Buda At a cover of a night turn hyenas, Scavenging the arena.
Now their work is in rubbles No one has the skills to reassemble.
Harbinger I wouldn’t wish to be at all But your own fate does foretell You look groggy about to fall.
Oh! Mirror at the top of the cenotaph Still you have vision good enough You can observe the ylem Let alone the humans, the lame Ring the clarion call Wake the slumbering Christians, The followers of Koran Privy next door with Tsion Who rode to Bethlehem To announce the saviour was born Only to walk to hell Surrounded by evils For preaching the bible.
Summon your courage Fire your rays barrage vaporized the Northern Cancer An old badger That barged under the cover of night That has come to last Before it is too late!
Those who did not How to smelt The desire to build For lack of knowhow of the trade Those who pretended Who they were not; For example the Emperor, Who sat last; Masqueraded in public places Decorated in a military outfit; To be one when he was not trained Nor did he fire a single bullet Out of courage, When the country was occupied.
Those who encircle Tigray With umpteen military bases When there was enemy threat Not only to dominate But hoping to reproduce Their own traits Identity to mitigate; Instead of schools and hospitals But none of which adequately purveyed. The norm of rule, Not a good governance on ground to put, But conspiracy and plot. They were and still are colonialists With insatiable lust We needed to fight Their plots to bust!
And fight we must Before we are reduced to dust.
Mirror at the top of Stele Tell the tale No time to quell Before the tide swell!''.
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