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The void Or the scowl. Are you sure you know which you’d pick. When the right hand that feeds you, Succulent wisdom, While the left hand kills the next breed. You see the void on sundays, in time that is only passing seconds. in moments where you scream silently. When precious life is the cold bone you hold. Down the path you walk, you long to be led. Submission Is the game for so long, Catch a ball, avoid a fall Until you chase it when rolls Off the edge And you follow it in faith Rather than in fear Keeping your white collar near.
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Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
Puppy
Scene I Rodolfo Graizani is seen sat in his new office in Addis Ababa . A messenger salutes and hands him over a telegraph  letter saying " it is from Benito Mussolini." Graizani reads the message loud Dude, We have done Things good! Hurrah at long last, Using banned Poisonous gas, Ancient Ethiopia We have subdued. For our damaged moral, We nurse after The battle of Adwa, The aforementioned news Will be a nourishing food. Slavish obedience To fascism In Ethiopia We shall advance Be firm In our iron grip stance. Hurrah, Ethiopia Will be Italian Infuse that We can With the dictates Of  the gun. (Graiziani stands up and walks in the room with a jubilant mood while the messenger watches him wide-eyed.) Yes our subjects, Ethiopians, serfdom We shall teach Hence summoning Addis’ residents Tomorrow I have to make A grand speech. And also I will Coax priests Slavish obedience to us To subtly preach. When our subjects lose Their identity We shall Enjoy liberty To siphon their wealth Or property, Also as a tactic, Among citizens, We should promote disparity. Messenger what can you say? Tomorrow will be my day! (Messenger putting both hands on his head) Good God But I’m afraid You may not do that Unless every nation-loving Ethiopian You behead. Be it luring them with a gold Or threatening them with a sword Unflinchingly, religious leaders Will prefer to be a sod. They will call down On you a curse If you try To desecrate Their abode,(Pope Petros) You see Preachers and the laity Have a genuine faith In God. Also to Fight back They are bold. (Graiziani pointing his finger towards the messenger) Get out Me don’t try To flout! Rather, let me practice presentation To grab the audience’s attention. Tomorrow putting on my uniform, Bedecked with medals, This message I will drive home Also the video footage I will send to Musoloni in Rome!  Scene II (Grizani dances into a podium. A messenger asks congregants to stand up for a tumultuous applause) On nationalistic bombast We have set a ban Like it or not Ethiopia is Italian By the virtue of the gun. (Among the congregants stands up a hoary-headed man) We are citizens Born free Yield shall not we To your crazy decree Haven’t you read How Emperor Twedros II Lodged a bullet Into his head? Not to surrender! Why don’t you look After he fought hard Why his life into his hand He took. How do you try To subjugate A nation, With freedom that surfed The tide of time to date? (Angry Graziani answers) How do you fail to realize In the meantime Italy Will help you To civilize? (Two two young adults(Moges Asgedom/Abrham Deboche) threw bombs ) Swish blast Swish blast Graiziani realized How the breath That could be his last, Drew close fast. To Graiziani After it became stark He narrowly escaped A bomb attack And his speech of Subjugation In Ethiopia is An empty talk, Still on the floor He ordered attack.  Scen III (In front of the Yekatit 12 Martyr’s monument a small kid asks his father how Ethiopians regained their independence after the massacre ordered by  Griziani, who  soon after surviving the bomb attack, gave instruction for a cold blood retaliation. The father dressing the hair of his child and looking him said patriots that ambushed at the valleys and mountains of Ethiopia vowed to fight out invaders. They succeeded in doing so after a five year occupation of Ethiopia) Waging a Guerilla fight Shortly we shall gain our right "Aiming from a tree high We have patriots That hit fighters’ jets on a dark sky!"(Patriot Belaye Zeleke) “ As hitting a nail on the head We have fighters That pierces through A tight tread.”           (Patroit HaileMariam Mamo) “In the nook and cranny And every gorge We will wage Many heroic fight Enemies from Our soil to dislodge”(Geresu Dukie/Jagama Kelo/Abbebe W/Aregai/Omer Semeter/Balcha Abanefeso...) “We have heroes smart With an artillery missile That pierces artillery apart!” (Patroit Bekle Weya)///
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Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 5:57 AM UTC
Indomitable Ethiopia/(A poetic drama)
Scene I Rodolfo Graizani is seen sat in his new office in Addis Ababa . A messenger salutes and hands him over a telegraph  letter saying " it is from Benito Mussolini." Graizani reads the message loud Dude, We have done Things good! Hurrah at long last, Using banned Poisonous gas, Ancient Ethiopia We have subdued. For our damaged moral, We nurse after The battle of Adwa, The aforementioned news Will be a nourishing food. Slavish obedience To fascism In Ethiopia We shall advance Be firm In our iron grip stance. Hurrah, Ethiopia Will be Italian Infuse that We can With the dictates Of  the gun. (Graiziani stands up and walks in the room with a jubilant mood while the messenger watches him wide-eyed.) Yes our subjects, Ethiopians, serfdom We shall teach Hence summoning Addis’ residents Tomorrow I have to make A grand speech. And also I will Coax priests Slavish obedience to us To subtly preach. When our subjects lose Their identity We shall Enjoy liberty To siphon their wealth Or property, Also as a tactic, Among citizens, We should promote disparity. Messenger what can you say? Tomorrow will be my day! (Messenger putting both hands on his head) Good God But I’m afraid You may not do that Unless every nation-loving Ethiopian You behead. Be it luring them with a gold Or threatening them with a sword Unflinchingly, religious leaders Will prefer to be a sod. They will call down On you a curse If you try To desecrate Their abode,(Pope Petros) You see Preachers and the laity Have a genuine faith In God. Also to Fight back They are bold. (Graiziani pointing his finger towards the messenger) Get out Me don’t try To flout! Rather, let me practice presentation To grab the audience’s attention. Tomorrow putting on my uniform, Bedecked with medals, This message I will drive home Also the video footage I will send to Musoloni in Rome!  Scene II (Grizani dances into a podium. A messenger asks congregants to stand up for a tumultuous applause) On nationalistic bombast We have set a ban Like it or not Ethiopia is Italian By the virtue of the gun. (Among the congregants stands up a hoary-headed man) We are citizens Born free Yield shall not we To your crazy decree Haven’t you read How Emperor Twedros II Lodged a bullet Into his head? Not to surrender! Why don’t you look After he fought hard Why his life into his hand He took. How do you try To subjugate A nation, With freedom that surfed The tide of time to date? (Angry Graziani answers) How do you fail to realize In the meantime Italy Will help you To civilize? (Two two young adults(Moges Asgedom/Abrham Deboche) threw bombs ) Swish blast Swish blast Graiziani realized How the breath That could be his last, Drew close fast. To Graiziani After it became stark He narrowly escaped A bomb attack And his speech of Subjugation In Ethiopia is An empty talk, Still on the floor He ordered attack.  Scen III (In front of the Yekatit 12 Martyr’s monument a small kid asks his father how Ethiopians regained their independence after the massacre ordered by  Griziani, who  soon after surviving the bomb attack, gave instruction for a cold blood retaliation. The father dressing the hair of his child and looking him said patriots that ambushed at the valleys and mountains of Ethiopia vowed to fight out invaders. They succeeded in doing so after a five year occupation of Ethiopia) Waging a Guerilla fight Shortly we shall gain our right "Aiming from a tree high We have patriots That hit fighters’ jets on a dark sky!"(Patriot Belaye Zeleke) “ As hitting a nail on the head We have fighters That pierces through A tight tread.”           (Patroit HaileMariam Mamo) “In the nook and cranny And every gorge We will wage Many heroic fight Enemies from Our soil to dislodge”(Geresu Dukie/Jagama Kelo/Abbebe W/Aregai/Omer Semeter/Balcha Abanefeso...) “We have heroes smart With an artillery missile That pierces artillery apart!” (Patroit Bekle Weya)///
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Is it the pompous pope That blessed off tanks And hailed fighter Jets Bombs to drop, On modestly armed patriots Marching for a fair battle Entertaining hope, Not suspecting A non-stop Rain of Banned poisonous gas Lethal as Nazis Mass destructive soap? What is more Is it The self seeking pope That sacrificed An independent Country, a push over, Expecting a reward handsome -  an earthly kingdom? Or Is it the martyr monk Who warned(cursed) the people And land To fascist colonizers Not to give a hand? What is more Is it the Selfless monk Who was atrociously By atavists Gunned down Scanning the sky for A heavenly crown!
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Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 6:19 AM UTC
Who is the saint?