By Petros Haile
for every dead soldier
ten plus more relatives grieve
to some, remains a permanent scar
so it seems, no more killing
yet, it lingers on every living soul
family and community disintegrate
when the toll for the damage counted
society begins to gloom on its intensity
one by one, and no one escape
dead, maimed and displaced
To the never ending nightmare
those who can, left the country
promise not to return
to the place they despise
assessing the damage, how the nation injured
in the unnecessary war, might also be unprovoked
war does not discriminate, even to those who ignite
the greatest damage of all
nation's innocence has been robbed
trust no one, take no prisoners
victory at any cost
collective Psyche of survival
pretensions & fear takes over
victory celebrated in partial forms
war songs & dance over the dead
guns became the national emblem
reminding the relatives of the other side
that their loved one's death
the cause for celebration to others
their sorrow & despair
becomes a joy to the "victors"
no winner or looser
absence of war does not translate to peace
we carry the scars to our grave
when the nation reveals the reality
no amount of comfort & therapy
erase the pains from our memory
for the faults of irrational humans
men, women & children suffer
no matter who celebrate victory, or concede defeat




Comments
he turns EDA from the path of destruction and
self-destruction by choosing to go and do all the
evils pfdj chose to do by being greedy,exclusio nist,
Bedea/,arrogance and intimidatind and above all
disrespectful to the voices of the people.
to bring solution by bringing peace and not to bring
and add more problems.
So I call to all people in the opposition organizations
to be true to their words.
PEACE AND DEMOCRACY ARE POSSIBLE ONLY
THROUGH INCLUSION,ACCOM ODATION AND
UNDERSTANDING
And not through force,intimidat ion and exclusion....
so they shold not fall into the same trap the exclusionist
PFDJ fall itself...
To the surprise of all humanity, habeshas continue to suffer from the same killing disease of hate and intolerance, with no remorse for their past mistakes, years after they sacrificed their own lives and the future of their children.
Ignorance is bliss until it destroys the foolish. The problem lies in habeshas themselves and not in their stars.
The mother by the door
Stands waiting the light of her down
As time goes with no hope
Her smile is covered by deep sorrow
Her eyes turn to a drop
Her body shrinks to the bone
There is nothing she can turn on
In tears remembering her children
She curses the day she was born
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