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Kairi Mar 2021
We are a mess
You and I
Longing for a fairytale
While living an alibi....

One too high to soar
Other too deep to dive
Just to meet each other
See how hard we have to thrive ...

Though it's a delusion
Or horizon they say
Destined to meet there
Just to push further away ...

A never ending yearning
But love will never fade
You be the joyful melody
I'll be twilight serenade ...

We are a mess anyway
You and I
Longing for a fairytale
While living an alibi....
For three reform years
Engaged in a killing spree
Not allowing citizens’
Mind for a second to be free
Among ethnic & religious groups
Creating and fomenting antipathy
Of the highest degree
We proved adamant
Rejecting every peace plea.
No wonder, no wonder  
We treated kneeled mothers
With a cold shoulder,
In such manner, we gave order
“Do it. Go ahead
**** the feeble, elderly
Even every lacerating mother
In her bed.
Turn the land a river red
With atrocity ‘TPLF made’.”

About money worry
Should we why?
For three decades we ******,
We bled the country dry.
Dollars we dispatched abroad
Stashing-away some in our abode.

Promising African democracy
On par with current Ghana,
We chained some political prisoners
With a hyena—our emblem
In our ill-reputed political game.

Many to subdue,
Out of the framework of law
We brought to life
A score of Guantanamo bay
Where numerous, underground,
Were tortured night and day.

As a junta
When our mind threatened
Us of a conscious pang
On it, we put out our tongue.

We were
A living billboard of a terrorist
But putting on a mask
Many we blacklisted
On the terrorist list
In such a fashion
The myopic—UN, EU
IMF, WB— the offender
For a victim admit.

Massacre, genocide
We committed with great passion
Also exposing our own nation
For a possible invasion.

Odd as it may sound, attacking
The national defense force
In barracks out to keep border
But defeated by a militia &ENDF
We complain attack on our
Ethnic group by a country yonder.

Dealt a devastating blow
Our moral has hit ever time low.

During our heyday
In our state the demonstration
Of **** victims we used to ban
But now reversing the talk
Loud shout we can
To the international community
“Come up with ‘Stop **** spree
In Tigray!’ decree”

While in TPLF’s reign
A single junta did **** girls fifty
But none of us saw that
Uncouth or naughty.
“If accused
Let alone bring him to court
We could see him off to port!”
We said.

What is more
By ENDF after defeat
Before we retreat
Let us release thugs to run amok
And on Tigray’s rebuilding
And stabilization wheels
To insert a spoke.
There is no organization
No nation as UN, EU &US a fool
But who seem cool.
Fabricating lies
We shall prove ourselves
Innocent in their eyes.
Abroad on demonstration square
Shouting for help flat on our back
To dupe the global community
Let us try our luck.

Of course, media outlets
That deserved a high five
Have fallen from grace,
‘cause for want of integrity
Journalism has observably
Made a nosedive.
Unfortunately those
Countries with integrity
Could see through
Our mask
What a bad luck.///
The truth could be buried for a while but not for so long. Ethiopians and Eritreans together exposing
Ash Mar 2021
Few years and I don't have to look at your last seen but to gaze at you instead.
Nought Feb 2021
If we don't even know,
Who we are,
Are we anything at all?
What makes us who we are?
- Astro
Nina Feb 2021
3 am

─┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄─

What if we both left the earth,
And just run over it.
But I wish I could hear-
That we don’t have to be ordinary.
I’ve been thinking too much,
I feel tired inside,
But I am never tired of you,
You don’t know what it feels like.
I would write you a million love songs,
just to hear you sing,
I’ll make this feel like home,
this isn’t just a thing.
I would give you all the stars,
If you give me the night,
Where can I go more than far,
If we are out, out of time.
I’m strong enough to leave you,
I think I might die,
but weak enough to need you,
my heart asks me to cry.
Memories haunt me. I can't hide my feelings.
xavier thomas Feb 2021
Feelings
                   lanoitidnocnU
Comfort  
                   gnissiK
A little rain then
Sun, save us a seat for two.
In time, I know that
Our flowerbeds may wither,
But I will still dance with you.
Lately, it has been difficult to share our time together. At times, it even feels as if the universe is holding a grudge against us. Either you are asleep and I am awake, the daytime calls for us to be in a different place, or it is just not that calendar day. Whatever the case may be, the day will come. We will have our solar eclipse, and the World will discover the beauty of our love.
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