Tariku's Droplets

Summers  and winters Like a simmered down blast of cause, From that boundless space called ‘unknown’ and the ‘accepted’ ethos; Hurled into being : Like summers of quest and desires glowing red in the horizon, Like winters of reticence and fear coated yet brazen, Between adjustment and permanence, Searching the ‘why’ of ‘what’ of ‘here’ and ‘then’; We are summers and winters of existence’s sojourn. ።።።።።።።።።

You’re killed for your own Protection!!! Where bullets fly bold in a shy-fearful sky, And prisons crowd with voices who dared to ask ‘why?” And repression is a second nature for the declared democrat, Who in ‘labeling’ finds a ‘hot-served-meal ‘as a favorite; ‘Democratic Dictatorship’ is mystified in definition: Where the killer dictates the terms of your mourning with infantile jubilation:   That claims 'the killed are killed for their own protection’. Tariku Abas Etenesh (For all those who are killed in the hands of those who should have protected them.)

I just naively wondered  In Ethiopia:  Looking at how systemic violence is taking roots under the clouds of fear; looking at how the supposed protectors of the gate of justice rewrite their job description from gate keepers to keeping the mass at the gate; looking at how those employed and paid by the people, titled political leaders, financed by the tax from each citizens pocket to run development projects, turn themselves into demigods who shout  ‘development’ as a hostage takers demand; I just naively wondered: 'Could there have been any revelation  that I have missed which equates Construction Boom (should go) with Repression’s Doom?'

May be..they don’t hate you; they are Afraid -Tariku Abas Etenesh- What is veiled like hatred, Could have a story to tell, And before you claimed “I am hated” Please PAUSE And allow the dust of emotions settle;      When , in the land of ‘the free’, Integrity grins at your peril, And the laws trample your feet at will, When the media reports you ONLY as a brute, For all the pains you suffered for being decent; Remember, When the ‘hater’ stares with bloodshot eyes, Puffed with choreographed-wild-confidence, Surrounded by vexed tongues, Ululating derisive rhythm: Marshalling a prejudice to glorify a systemic shame, Pigeonholing your experience into a lazy definition, That derives your humanness out of the color of your skin, Or the language of your arbitrary kin, All the system did is –hide- its fears from your gaze; Remember When you look at the ‘hater’s eyes’ -look also through,  For it mirrors a f...