ተሽኸል- Stuck in the Past! My Foot!
Yared Huluf 06-12-20
Do not knock,
Or worse still, break the door
I have done nothing wrong
The law forbids so strong.
Do not tap my back
On the road as I walk
And tell me I am under arrest
For causing public unrest
Inflicting damages and waste.
I did not!
Do not pinion my hands
And force me frog march
I have done nothing wrong
Except you hate the tribe I belong.
Do not keep me in prison
For crime of treason
Which is antinome to the norm
I as a person always adhere to perform
You can be armed to the teeth
For fear of your strength
Against my person to be used
But I shall not stop to breath
And tell the truth.
Whatever your call,
Do not shoot to kill!
The blood you spill
Will reproduce many souls
You will be unable to deal!
You may have umpteen resources
And deploy myriad of false voices
To disorientate genuine forces,
Imperial doctrines to endorse.
You may impose you language
And sweep others under the carpet;
You may drain and lay bare
Rare ethnic cultures not spared
As there is no we call ours to share.
For what it takes
You may infused your genetic traits for what it takes,
cloning amongst us to proliferate,
In the hope to assimilate
To serve and your design to perpetuate!
You may want to rule and suppress
Against our wishes, vividly expressed,
You may have your statues all over the place.
Eye sores, causing offence
To our conscience.
In that you are not alone
do not feel embarrassed;
You have white racism friends.
Your self-serving ideology has no limits:
No doubt its ultimate defeat;
But when it come to survival it fights
To the last drops of its blood and sweat
It will not pave way because it has to, but it will and must.
It uses brute force and gaslight
To keep people in the dark plights
With their hands and mind tied.
Someone - you know who?
Some time back was heard blast:
“It is no good to reminiscence the past;
Such as on the day 20 Genbot;
We need to move forward fast,
If we are not to be stuck and rust”!
I could not agree more;
But the same person who swore;
Against adversaries a point to score;
Was heard encore,
Reminiscing the past to the core!
And to nurture his heartsore,
He replenished the imperial statues and swords;
Gravid with stains of blood
People forced to offer when they could no longer afford,
Is this person a genuine or a bezonian fraud?
ወዲ ድሙ አይገድፍ ግብረ እሙ::
A progeny if a feline
Will never feign
His mother’s prowling line!
So the descendants of imperial power,
Will always hanker
Their forefathers’ rule of terror
For damn they know
The head start and material advantage it offer!!
Pull the statues upside down
To the ground
They are self made crowns!
Those of clowns
Performing shows downtown.
Come there are audience or none.
Listen to the murmuring sounds,
List of names people are fond,
Search wounded hearts abound,
These effigies are nowhere to be found. Bring them down!!