there seems to wallow a wonky architecture
like a stage to ponder an image of the uncertain future
if there be one,
kind of ensconce on earth or heaven far from hell.
Isn’t it wonder for life to look alike a venture?
However for the bigger target to emulate an independence structure
a mystic culture termed war or you name it whatever
may snatch proficiently religious sanctification rituals
from churches, mosques or temples
so that martyrdom to bless its beatification.
Daringly -war- a specialty process of killing and annihilation
proselytize change, peace, agriculture and manufacture
where everybody will prosper
albeit its destructive nature.
Moreover in the dreams of post-war
future to arrive to history and to the Eritrea of now
the name ‘Isaias’ of a leader for life
vivacious at war time
who in his 70ies frequents short sleeved street walks
perhaps to look jovial
head of a country that fans hostilities in serial,
has evolved gradually and incredibly
into a seemingly incurable chronic disorder
kind of professional mind-absentia
or a bias of mass paralysis of ideas.
Simply or mainly confused by phobia
about a notion of cohabitation
with history’s renowned kingdom of Abyssinia.
Consequently like sleepwalking to Utopia
an island may be across Mediterranean
or somewhere underneath Lampedusan waters
awaiting UN demarcation and GPS location, regardless
of the millennium of transparency and the era of globalization.
Accordingly Eritrean men- women, young-old follow each other
in a style as primitive as evening stars foretell
about tales of crossing the Red sea
or the biblical voyage of Moses across the Sinai deserts
through the scary modern Bodewin cottages
that harbor boxes of human kidneys and hearts, indeed
to be traded in black markets of organ transplants.
All happening for nothing but to verify how genocide reigns
per independence and self-reliance fantasia
by inducing catastrophic dose of patriotic anesthesia
that facilitates national euthanasia.
God forbid as if final outcomes
of tussles to resolve life’s puzzles
mismatch expectations of an emerging nation
the end in sight may look like Tasmanian fight.
Where national insecurity of no fertility, no morality and no prosperity
becomes kind of mass ambiguity in bright day light
which is clear and white of a systemic twilight.
Daniel Teclegiorgis (10/15/14)