The chair
The wobbly chair is speaking from the intensive care
To the Chair who sat on it for years,
With the weak and angry tone
You’re too mean, cruel, heavy and reckless
Too busy to sit yet do nothing else
Your spiteful mind will lose you a chair,
The humble and weak chair said to the uncaring and leading Chair
See, can you see down with your blurry eyes?
My frail legs, loose frame and broken arms
The stretcher that carried your heavy legs,
the splat that supported your unlined back, are now all in tatters,
As a result of abuse, neglect and cruelness.
Do you blame me if I put you down?
Did you care when I let you sit down
Alas…
This chair no longer allows the Chair to sit.
Dedicated to the people of Tigray
Eyob Gidey 27 January 2024
