They say the eyes are windows to your soul. Your pupils. Oh,they can show Pain, joy, and pleasures. The anger, fear, sadness. The pupils, they

Poetry, Opinion, Politics
They say the eyes are windows to your soul. Your pupils. Oh,they can show Pain, joy, and pleasures. The anger, fear, sadness. The pupils, they
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
Somewhere in the dry land of Tigray, Between Tekeze and Gash rivers, A teenage girl screams in fear, Young body, young soul is torn like