Tariku's Droplets

My countrymen, When we spoke with puritanical take: About others', ‘their’ history and ‘their’ dreadful trend, Saying: how could ‘they’ do that? ‘How could ‘they’ be blind?' We failed to look into our own mirrors' scornful allusion, How the shy hatred we chewed,  Silting up in our hearts for decades is now smirking bold; And how love for fellow men was dimming politics shrouded, How brothers and sisters loving, sets us offended, How we stood fooled; Fooled with denial nurtured assurance; That ‘we’ constitute matchless feats in the annals of nations; That 'we' are immune to the paths ‘others’ threaded; That ‘we' stand on a unique -sublime' morality-rock-solid' How we stand fooled; We lived for decades swamped in naked politics of vengeful trance, That insists to distill enmity among brothers and sisters; We stood fed each day with a suitable mix, Of brewing language difference into enemy front lines, Of...

Won for the World!! .......................................... When mountain of injustice melt-trembling, When gazed with eyes of brave burn of valor- stern, A victory much like an eagle in the sky is born, With feathers gracefully tucked in wings of dignity - simply human; A visage much like an Africa lion carved -roaring, Self-evident above and across contours of political delineation; Here stands Adwa a victory with a solemn herald: Where vile of a ‘white burden’ shun through grace, Baring decadence of contrived greatness; Through honor for life and humility before existence, At the altar of human resilience, Like a lesson chiming from the ancient residence, Of the first human step to seek meaning,   Here an African victory is won for the world. ...................... ...For the victory of Adwa.. (Tariku Abas Etenesh)