When everything has gone for good
He and beast
Were the only ones left
On a land considered a waste;
Seared and scorched,
No one would want to rest,
Let alone settle,
In this forsaken barren,
Stinging nettle!
Umpteen he had paused to think,
Casting at his gnomon,
On how many times he crisscrossed
The Barren plane,
But for the life of him,
Open or shut the encephalon scrim
He could not remember
No matter how hard he knocked his brain,
Or let it go dream.
As a resident by design or accident,
The only thing he sees and hears;
Wind gathering speed,
Turning turbulent tourbillion,
A Haboob to breed,
Deprecating the eyes blind,
Siriasis began to grind,
And where he stood
Quicksand running deep into the ground,
Entombed alive appearing abound!
His endurance, nonetheless,
only for two simple things on his mind to address.
It is not a willful desire
To be a rocket scientist,
Nor any other sort of a mischief
But searching for green leaves,
The beast’s hunger to forgive,
And water the throat of both to relieve.
A constant grief
He had to live with,
Even if he wished,
couldn’t ignore he believed.
Tempus fugit!
Time flies,
One day he came across an orifice,
Where a shinning liquid profuse,
He could not believe his eyes
Bent down on his knees
Brought his face close to the surface,
And without thinking twice,
He and the camel imbibed the fluid
Out of its natural vase.
Unlike no other times
Both felt not only slaked
But energized to run round,
Kicked the fetlock and flak
And to the air off they took.
The span of the desert,
Where the sun never seemed to set,
Became not only reachable,
But they went far and beyond.
A miracle did happen
God was real and born:
His prophet chosen and sworn!
Dirty Liquid turned Gold!
A miracle;
A parable propined by an Oracle,
A forlorn Bedouin with glazed eyes,
Dormant mind,
Unable to deal
With a complex puzzle
Wandering across the desert span
Searching for elusive water
and green leaves to guzzle.
Began to develop a wingspan
Longer than that of a dragon, gargantuan.
Surprise, surprise, my oh my!
He then declared that he is the king of the sky;
No gallinaceous or birds of prey,
Without his permission could fly.
He made it clear for foe and allies
That the rule is here to comply;
For he has the means to descry and spy,
Thanks to the fuel the desert holes supply.
An oppressed Eagle
Feeling uncomfortable
For the lost air space
Until then considered his own
Came up with a scheme
A clodpoll Bedouin couldn’t unravel.
It perched on a pole of electric cable
And turned itself as an engine fuel,
rechargeable.
Then the Eagle began to soar fly,
Higher than the Bedouin on a back of a camel splayed,
Could possibly try.
Unable to deal with the sky devil
In midair he nearly died,
Frustrated and exhausted,
The camel plummeted,
And came down to the ground fragmented: kaput!
Too big for his boots
Or should I say its ungulate
Artiodactyla hoofs!
The Eagle has indeed become
An electrical vehicle,
A mephitis, miasmatic flatulent camel couldn’t tackle:
Another miracle of an Oracle;
Should I say did happen again,
This time, Quiet, Clean and Green,
That blazons the end of the noise of the mean, Bedouin!
Too
Yared Huluf
An Amhara cyber militant says”Turkey OUT of Ethiopia NOW! Christians DO NOT WANT TURKEY !! January 3, 2023 At 2:09 am
The trouble maker around the Arab world and other parts of the world , Turkey needs to get out of Ethiopia internal affair.
Turkey is known to massacre Christians around the world including in Ethiopia and that is what it want to do in Ethiopia.We do not want to see the repeat of Christians and Oromos massacre as during the Islamic ruthless invader, Gragn Mohammed of Turkey’s mercenary. The wall of Harrar speaks, it is a witness to the pile of dead Oromos as high as the gate itself killed by ruthless Gragn Mohamed of Turkey decent..
Bringing Turkey into the Orommuma weak and flimsy politics is a proof Ethiopian is a failed state and there is no government that people support and that has a leg it can stand on.
Abiy is loosing from every corner and his greedy, inept and blind to reality of the country demand is taking him down faster that he thinks.Ethiopians demand a change of Government that represent ALL and elected by the WILL OF THE PEOPLE! Not by deceit, war, and force!! FREE ALL Political prisoners including THE 18,000 selected by their AMHARA ethnicity !!”
Nebula and his mates are striving to erect more statues in Axum while millions are starving and deprived of access to public services. Erection of statues will not bring civilization and will not make Tigray great when millions are not able to meet their basic needs .
Criticism:Ethiopian christians worked with Turkey, Iran, UAE and Somalia to exterminate Tigrayans and destroy historical sites and loot priceless heritages.
Most powerful mafia, TPLF ever get a grip of the highest office in country will soon be ousted . Our condolences to its fans in Diaspora like Nebula, puppy, who is notorious for his lenghty and trashy comments here . Thoso there decades in which adowa mafia control both the ecclesiastical and secular highest offices how now regrettably came to an end . Congratulations to the People of Tigray who were under the despotice rule of TPLF for over 3 decades.Woes and condolences to the supporters of TPLF.
What about writing this in Tigrignea , at least with Tigignea translation if it is original work and the author is able to translate it? Some of the words are Shakespearans and even English speakers would not like them or understand them. Anything written to the public must be in public language if itsi intended for public consumption. Who is the audiences of this poems? Tegarus or Technical Tegarus? all people ? when we write, we must ask who is our audiences? will they understand the words we write ? are our audiences English speaker only?
1. Who is the audiences? Tigrignea speakers or English speakers only?
2. Is the audiences technical or non technical?
3. is it for public consumption ? if it is , the language must be public language, simple vocabulary where every man on streets can understand .