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The Road Not Taken!

 The Road Not Taken!

 Republic of Tigray!



I am no somnambulist

In fact the opposite;

But there are times,

What I  purport,

Videos From Around The World

Is difficult to support.


And I keep posing

Many questions;

To no other than myself

And I have to say

I hate the thoughts

I often come up with

To confront!


Why this age?

Why in a nation that is ravaged,

Into a race others for no divine reasons,

but as a matter of fact so obvious,

Despised as savages?


I reluctantly tend to coadjute;

Knowing the actors on the stage;

Evils that they are 

Holding other nations as hostages;

With cacoethes stownlins urge,

To Claiming stolen  heritages;

Suffocating my family that I  raised;

With meager wages that I earn,

For a mules day work;

Doused with sweat and dirt greased!

Only to satisfy the Amhara elites’ greed!


Tigray a battleground;

Not once, not twice round;

Keep on the count

Be it Before (BC) And After Christ!

The price: blood split abound;

Bones crash and grinded;

Of enemies and your own, no doubt!

Those who ventured not be heard,

Uttering the last sound.

No other place on Earth 

Has ever repeatedly faced 

Aimed at Tigray turned waste!


Oh! Why did I lack the phronesis;

To see with my own eyes;

That there are two demon Askaris I am dealing with?


Nonetheless, however dismayed that I am; I learnt my mistakes;

That I now know who I could have become;

The right road had I taken.


But mischance that I am fated

From where I stood

The road branched out

Onto muti-pronged routes.

Some were long,

Others wide

The rest smooth and squiggly in form.


But I chose the one close to home.

It offered turf ground

And in the past it had been trodden,

By people related to this person.

Thus it felt safe to walk on.

But the road was a mirage;

From this seemingly alert mind, deceptively camouflaged.

And as I trudged along

Sooner than I had thought

The road came to an end;

And made a gyratory turn

And brought me back full bend,

To where I began.

Just to face the trouble once 



The trouble living with Amharas,

And a neighbour convoluted Isayas; serpents;

Hell bent;

Has no beginning nor end;

I have to cut off their heads,

My peaceful existence to fend!!


Yared Huluf



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