Poetry

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By

Alem Hailu G/Kristos

Unrepentant

Unrepentant we shall wage unjust fight

Allowing a wall

Before their rational

Thinking stand,

Inured to their heinous deed

Of every brand,

From head to toe

Involved in corruption grand,

Also while fellow citizens

Gasp for air,

Not giving an ounce of care,

Barefacedly they dare

Unjust war to declare!

“Valorous, wiping you out

We shall make the land bare!”

“Chained, cruel and corrupt

Honest – thieves and cut-throats

To court you took

To punish us by the book

Such a move by hook or crook

We shall abort

Haven’t it dawned on you the import?

-the select few

From the palace to port

As autocracy is our wont,

And zone of comfort

If stripped of this right

For us it will not be all right!

Though finger countered,

We hail from an ethnic group,

Marked brave

And which we could mobilize,

As our selfishness and brutality

It seems oblivious to realize.

Though during our hey days

Its plight we failed to mollify

Massaging its ego

The call for unjust fight

We shall amplify

Unrepentant we should

Wage a fight.

Though some of us

Are on the run,

As blood is thicker than water,

With the credulous

That fight for us

Emerge victorious we can.

To reinstate

Rule of the gun

On which

The international

Community

Has put a ban.

But

“To flee pang-of-conscience

How fast be the pace?

No need – it is nowhere in place”

For those on par with fascists and blood suckers that try to hide in

an ethnic jungle. Also, who wants to proceed with their diabolical act. How

could one embezzle billions while starved-pregnant-and-baby

carrying-mother vendors are forced to pay tax by a corrupt

government? How could one suspend a plastic full of water on a male’s

reproductive organ?

Alem Hailu G/Kristos

A published poet, novelist, editor, translator of masterpieces, literary critic, playwright and journalist from Ethiopia. M.A holder in literature, Addis Ababa University.

Looking for a traditional publisher of a collection of poems. My novel: ‘Hope from the debris of hopelessness’.