Decline; This country Is Mine!

Poems

By Yared Huluf

I Decline; This country Is Mine!
Never again would
Have to weep and loudly cry Even if t try
I have no more tears
Even if I try
My glands are dry!

Never again would I Have to feel sad
I lost everything I had!

Never would I
Allow this chigoe parasite Devour my inside!
Never again would I
Have to trust
The traitors and foreign spies They stabbed me on the spine As I offered them a stein Filled with wine!

Never again would I
Call mine, this country
That gloats over my misery With glee!
As I struggle to clear the backlog Left unattended a century long.

Never again would I
Break my sweat
To help this country stand on its feet It offers me a second class seat
And treats me as alien subject.
With no rights!

Never again would I
Sleep in peace in Ethiopia, Isopolity phobia;
A monomaniac dystopia;
With an anastrophe vision defects Of nyctalopia and hemeralopia Where A        is a Pariah
With impunity sold as a kettle to Arabia! I decline,
To call this country mine!

Never again would I
Have to trust the world powers East or west, they are predators; Raptors but unlike raptors
They lack the distance vision Unable to see a virus
Close to their nosesThey Hoover all over the universe In search of outer place
To create a new base
Only to do what they have to the Earth
A mess!

 

 

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