When love vanishes
Swept by bitterness
As every dialogue
Turns into wrangling
We offendpeople
For being wrathful,
Some evil thoughts
Control our spirit
We invite fight in
Otherwise peaceful date
And instigate others
For tumult then
Damn folks
Add fuel to the turmoil
That let the hidden grudge
Prompt vengeance
Dictated by mob rules
And perpetrated by gangs
Mother, child and elder
Are dying like never before
Stabbed, burned, cut into pieces
The brutality is merciless
Even for a fetus
For fear of vengeance
In a distant future
What a desperate matter.
BY YOHANES JEMANEH
The Ethiopian Herald 6 April 2022
