Over hundred days of burning fires
As though hell broke through my Tigray.
Who is to blame? Has the government conspired?
Is this an ethnic cleansing being downplayed?
Surrender Mek’ele; there is no mercy!
Do as I say and comply.
If I can’t have you at will, I will by intimidation.
You can’t escape; you will be crucified.
Don’t beg for empathy; I don’t give a damn!
Your fearful, tearful eyes excite me.
I want your body, and I want your land.
Get on your knees and kiss my loins.
Don’t scream, Mek’ele. My guns are louder.
I fire them with ease and no regrets.
My life depends on the gunpowder.
I was prepared to oppress.
***This poem was inspired by the story from my dear friend, Biniam.
He is from Tigray, Northern Ethiopia and has shared with me about the atrocities of the current war, where Ethiopian and Eritrean governments are waging against its own citizens. This has been well documented by the BBC and other news organizations.
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Dear Tatiana,
You have been a source of great support at this difficult time. Your words in the poem send healing to those of us who have been hurt for the last 100 plus days. Tegreans have been killed in their thousands, and displaced in millions. A combined forces of Ethiopia. Eritrea. Somalia and United Arab Emirates are against a population of 7 million.
You are a literary giant, turning a conversation into a powerful poetry.
Thank you
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I am glad to know that my words can bring some solace. Thank you for your kinds words; that means a lot to me.
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A very sad situation. Thank you for sharing this.
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