For how long
Do we remain silent
Under foreign occupation
Our Voices clogged;
Eritrean nomad scads,
With primitive consuetude,
Freaks as they are
Running amok!
No law enforcement
Put in place
Nor there is a rule of law worthy of the name
ባንዳ Eritreans understand to follow
Instead they gang rape and maim
Shooting dead, people waking on the road;
Tigray is attacked right and left
By Barbarians lurching at the gate,
Setting It in flames,
With a clear aim to claim;
Ethnic cleansing as the end game!
our hands tied,
Not to work;
The Mind obfuscated
Not to think;
Legs crippled
So not to walk;
Assets stripped
To let hunger grip;
Empty bowel to whip.
Let the mind flipped,
To subconsciousness slip,
To believing in a romantic ship,
With the Amhara kinship,
As a passé-partout to unitary citizenship;
Then ever after happily rest to sleep!
Alas! Mission accomplished
They conspired with foreign enemies;
To bring us down to our knees!!
They Joined hands with condottieri,
Who, just like their legionnaire progenitors,
Sold for handful of Lire;
Not to labour,
But Bend over their ass
To please the desires
Of their the Italian slave masters!
Together, like son like father,
They went on a spree,
Destroying monasteries;
Scared places and sanctuaries!
What have we done to deserve just deserts?
An irony; albeit, least funny;
In return for helping set themselves free
From what they used to call a colony,
By triturating the back of a tyranny
Run by the barbaric Amhara diableries;
In company with a fanatic and fascistic military.
Condottieri are hired mercenaries
But most of them die
Before they see the light of the pay-day!
Yared Hulf
What I notice around these days, in which the peace deal has become like a bombshell blasting the unity of Tigrayans, is the lack of wisdom in the wise; the lack of energy in the strong, and the lack of the future in the prophets. Who can believe that the Tigrayan tsunami in the last two years, which had engulfed the entire world has just been reduced into a ripple? What was driving us? Just sheer adrenalin or sustainable political objective? The quest for Hagere-Tigray and the innovative cultural expressions accompanying it have reached a zenith in the last two years. The bravery of the Tigrayan Church, the
songs about our aspirations and dreams of a prosperous Hagere-Tigray became thrilling and nostalgic. This is not to mention the emergence of the TDF, disarmed or not, has become a tradition of self- defense in the Tigrayan culture. No one imagined that Tigrayans will be scattered so easily like the seemingly sturdy billiard balls by a single hit. There is a strange paralysis which can be used by the ever-alert enemy to push us apart and render our beloved homeland into a shell of its former self. I don’t mean to insult my dear countrymen and women but it does not harm to admit that Tigrayans are not marching forward methodically. Actions seem to be driven by herd mentality in which the crowd jointly decides the fight or the flight. There is a need to create a creed of ideological leadership which is permanently shapes and reshapes our destiny as a nation which evolved from a great civilization.