by Ethiopian Poet, Andualem Ambaye
(Arbaminch, Ethiopia, Horn of Africa)
Is nothing, but a branch of branches
The at most bottom susceptible of crunches
There shan't be a misconceived belief
As error demolish the throne to the turf
The unwilling to hear any complain
Driving to the hell with the devil plain
Like is our right in the hands of men
The incapable who, but nearest to the scene
Like is our freedom in the hands of messes
Who don't give a shit of broken glasses
Yeah, children you should trust no one
For agape is nowhere and things awesome
Yeah, children this is what a reality
From the mercy-less mind crying for amnesty.
Andualem A (andish)
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