(By Yared Huluf, 24 April 2021) –
Dues ex Machina!
Little did I know I have a clue,
It began as a minor flu
But steadily it got worse,
It turned out to be a human virus;
An Amhara pandemic curse
Enveloping a large swath of land as it cut across.
Causing havoc and mass distress.
In many life related fields,
Such was the mind set,
I began to lose interest.
For a start the flamboyant lifestyle,
The energetic interactive relations with mates
Became the first casualties to note.
Following these I lost appetite
And the emaciated lions began to look so tight.
For many years I stayed indoors
And within the bounds of the house arrest;
Not to be seen and no one to talk with.
My parents did everything they could,
But forlorn was the case,
They gave up in the end.
Worse, they took it for granted
I might as well be dead and buried.
There was a battle in their minds
In a way, justifiable was their attitude,
Given the magnitudes:
Saudade turned decathect;
Anhedonia pouring cold over heartsease;
Nepenthe inhumed ataraxia not to breathe.
Years past-by but hope fallen into desuetude,
They were mentally prepared to accept,
A doomsday fate;
In the hope to reduce the dolor,
They could live without.
But suddenly after years of slumber,
My blood vessels began to turn red,
And one morning I stretched my limbs,
And jumped out of the bed.
My father who is now dead,
But alive then;
Shot blank range on the head;
You know who?
You need not be told!
And announced, “At last!
My son has risen.”
Then I took the first step
Walked to my job, in the hope
To carry on where it had stopped.
So also, I walked to my old friends
And began to talk;
And showed the smile that was long gone and lost.
More: I flexed my muscle to re-claim
The Land the predators had unlawfully gained.
Tempus fugit; waylay;
You may say: –
“What caused for your blood
When I saw a child
Who Lost her innocence?
Upon her legs blown away;
When I saw Another,
turned a career;
Looking after sibling minors
Following their parents murder
Cris de coeur a child couldn’t bear;
Mia Kadera wholesale murder,
And to cover up a dirty game played over,
By incriminating others!
I am a kachina:
Deus ex machine;
Brought to insufflate
And bridge the missing lacuna!
Demons can cause damages
But will always end up savaged.