What do I owe to you
Who loved me deep and long?
You never gave my spirit wings
Nor gave my heart a song.
But oh, to him I loved,
Who loved me not at all,
I owe the open gate
That leads through heaven’s wall!
(By Sara Teasdale)

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በደንብ ጠበቅ አድርገህ ላፈቀርከኝ
የምከፍለው ምን ወሮታ አለኝ?
ለነፍሴ ክንፍ አለገስካት
ለልቤም መዝሙር አልሰጠሃት፣
ግን፣ ውይ፣ ለወደድኩት ላላፈቀረኝ፣
ዕዳ አለብኝ፣ በሩን ያለው ከፈት፣
በግድግዳወ አርጎ ሠተት
የሚያዘልቅ ወደ ገነት!

How come
The heart-wrenching
And the  unexpected
Widow's grief
Turned-brief?

The lady in black
Soon defying
Funeral decorum
Put on pink clothes
Decency that lack
Simply to attack
A deceased
Cheating husband
Whose unfaithfulness
Kept in the dark
Soon after funeral
Became stark!

Aghast adultery
Triggers
He'll knows no fury.

Oh women
They **** a man
Who could die for them
Taking them a gem
And die for he
Who could **** them
With love's clem!

GERD has started
To hold water
Though Egypt's
Phony politicians
Were making
Many a chatter
That doesn't
Hold water.

At long last Ethiopia
Is set free,
Shaking of spokes,
Its developmental take off
To decree.

To conflict-exporting
Egypt's divisive wedge
And conspiracy
Ethiopians no more
Give ear
Cherishing a prosperity
Journey dear.

In tackling
A mammoth project
Ethiopia on its feet
That stood
Demonstrated
With no need to aid
From the
Double-standard exercising
IMF & World Bank --
All along
Its ambitious way
Against that stood
To Egypt
Showing  favoritism
And brotherhood--
When closing ranks for
A just cause  stand tall
The shunned could.

In the fight for
Freedom Ethiopia  was
A beacon light to Africa
Whose rays
Did stretch to Jamaica.

Repeats itself history
GERD is reminiscent of,
Adwa's victory.

I spent the day
In a bad mood
With no hap stance
I could count good.

But at sunset
Miraculously I witnessed
The sun rose on my sky,
While crossing paths,
Object of my sight love,
Saw you closer I.

He took his wife
A punching bag
He is at liberty to hug
Or to blow up steam
By her hairs to drag.

As it may sound sad
He opted to project
A façade
A doting husband
With noting bad.

Vocal when she became  
About this to his parents
Who she called
Mom and dad
"We do not expect
Our well brought up
Son with
Something underhand!"

"We are afraid
The complaint is not
Plausible as he has
A cool head!" they said.

One cold morning
Verbally abused by
Her spouse
His mother sought
To take a refuge
In their house.

"Mom, your son,for lunch
Will be back soon.

To prepare for you
A special dish
Which you will relish
The neighborhood market
I will scour
It may not take me an hour.

Feel at home
Putting on this blanket
On the sofa take a rest."

After a sleepless night
And in her head and
Outside a fog
It didn't take his mother long
To sleep like a log.

Her son came back soon.
Instead of saying
"Wake up my dear wife
Good afternoon!"
He kicked her
In a manner
That allowed his mom
See his true color.
A galvanometer needle
She got on her feet
"My sanctimonious
Dear son
Is that the way
Your better half
You greet!"
Petrified he stood
No where  to retreat.

Before UN
Or the global limelight
Flagrant, let us talk
"GERD we threaten to attack,
If for technical reasons
It suffers a crack
Will wipe out  
Down stream dwellers
With the water it
Carries on its back."

Upstream dwellers
Our brothers,
With all sorts of trouble
That we try to envelop
And around whose neck
We spare no effort
To put a rope
Could develop
Coerced for hydropower
To *****.

We have to double
Our dabble
At the eleventh hour
To create
A trouble.