Let all hell break … I shall not cower!


(By Yared Huluf, 28 April 2021) – 

Let all hell break … I shall not cower!

Let all hell break loose
A dictator’s douceur
To accept I refuse!
The earth shakes in tremors
Its abdomen rapture wide open
Boulders running down the mountains
As if they are in a race
To bottomless precipice
Crashing each other to pieces.
I refuse a dictator’s term of peace!
Honey coated trice entice
I refuse!

Le buildings be reduced to rubbles
No facet standing whole
But I shall stand tall
In cri de Coeur I shall not bawl

Let argillaceous diluvial flood awash
The face of the earth
nonchalantly an assault inflicted
Daunting all the creatures beneath,
that breath,
Their time has come to cease.
I shall not be perturbed
And my soul disturbed.

I have a mind to noodle
I shall never be a fool
And turn to Isayas’s poodle
Whimsically pushed and pulled
I refuse!!
Let the sea devour
With its mighty power
As I crossover
The cursed boarder
I shall never cower
To this salient murder
Nor to a dictator’s roar
And blazoned parol
Pulled alive or cadaver,
From the depth of cold water.

Let the treacherous sand
Bury me alive as I trudge or stand
I shall never cower
To the smugglers’ torture
Human organs dealer.
I shall never pine
To align with a bovine
And toe the line;
With my eyes folded blind.

And let the volcano erupt
Heaven’s tranquility abruptly disrupt
The brontides heard
From afar and near
Eardrums couldn’t bear
Nothing could hide
Its high ride,
Enveloping the sky
With miasmic tides,
That showers back
To earth as a magma pie
Anything in contact only to fry
I shall not cry
Even if my body gets awry

All these biblical threats,
Be as they are septic
Are less of a menace
Compare to Procrustean Amhara chauvinists;
Who are raring to swallow
All other tribes into their visceral shallow
Of what they call Unitary hallow
As in the past to flex their domineering elbows
That had given them an edge to glow
Over others they managed to pulverize
To dust to blow,
Rendering it much easier to control Callow,
With their self respect at all time low.

This I shall never allow
In the name of those buried below
I shall not flinch even an inch
I shall not permit a retreat even a bit
To a cheat who connives to pull the strings
In a broad daylight
So as to flourish at expenses of the ill-treated;
operose labour and sweat.
I shall not fear
Even if my eyes are laden with tears.

Oh no! I shall not permit,
The Amharas masquerade up and down
The street,
In conniption fits
Kydooling ዘራፍ skimble-skamble
Brandishing the sword in trance
Flaunting their allegiance
To the rule of dominance.
I shall never allow bogus alliance
My voice to silence
And keep me prisoner in my own place
Of residence.
I shall not retreat a bit
Such a furphy to beat,
Nor shall I be reduced to a cucurbit
With no means to stand on my feet.
To fight the fight!!


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