Tariku's Droplets

Insolence and silence When the two marry, And into prominence they grow; Where politics impacts the scroll and dictionary, And systems are no-bold to rise out of self editing burrow;  My heart beats: it’s–time-to–worry: When the two marry, A soul - deafeningly insolent- leading the mass, Meeting its moment of illusion of importance; Like a muted iceberg of vile waiting for a shy sun rise to cares its face; And another soul meant to silence insolence yet helplessly bewildered, Meeting its moment of reflection of truth but remain hushed; Like a poet shying away from his golden words: Moaning in silence; When the two marry, The inherent deterrence, Muted by silence, becomes, The lubrication for the country’s engine; Of degenerative chagrin, Ululating for marriage of insolence and silence, Where Humanness ‘deservedly’ suits, For a lamb on the altar of collective sacrifice. (Tariku Abas Etenesh) July 18, 2014  ...

Insolence and silence When the two marry, And into prominence they grow; Where politics impacts the scroll and dictionary, And systems are no-bold to rise out of self editing burrow;  My heart beats: it’s–time-to–worry: When the two marry, A soul - deafeningly insolent- leading the mass, Meeting its moment of illusion of importance; Like a muted iceberg of vile waiting for a shy sun rise to cares its face; And another soul meant to silence insolence yet helplessly bewildered, Meeting its moment of reflection of truth but remain hushed; Like a poet shying away from his golden words: Moaning in silence; When the two marry, The inherent deterrence, Muted by silence, becomes, The lubrication for the country’s engine; Of degenerative chagrin, Ululating for marriage of insolence and silence, Where Humanness ‘deservedly’ suits, For a lamb on the altar of collective sacrifice. (Tariku Abas Etenesh) July 18, 2014  ...

I Met Orwell Last Night (Tariku Abas Etenesh) I talked to Orwell last night, Of course in my dream; Yes, I am talking about him ; That hallowed seer, Of the gospel: nineteen eighty-four ; And in that dream-I woke up dreamingly into a serious talk, In what turned out to be a stage fit for a debate of real politic, We stood, I guess, over a strangely raised historical peak, Furnishing a view of the world -so panoramic;” There, What commenced like a shy conversation, Ebbed and grew bold into evasive friction: I must have said, part beaming with shy pride: “Look at this brand new world: Of freedom and techno wonders, Of democratic advancements and elections, Of constitutions and justice, And I guess -I added- part doubting my own words: Look how ‘no big brothers’ prevail the like of your prophesies” Orwell was too generous as to start with a smile: “Yes, you observed right What I  prophesied  in my books -did provide, Le...