ጉጅለ ጥፍኣት ብምኽንያት ምጅማር DDR ክሕደቱ ኣራጋጊፁ፣ ዝናኣድ ውሳነ ዶ/ር ደጀንን ዮሴፍ በርሀን፣ ንመኸተ ትግራይ ጓዕፂፁ ዘሎ መን እዩ?11/23/2024

[@AxumiteagainZoschale]

Tigray ኦንልነ, ሥ ጉምቲ ይወሰድ እልና ነይርና ደጋጊምና ኛ ዝሰምዕ የለን. ነዝይ ህዝብና ዋጋ ይከፍል ኣሎ

[@stefanostewolde9440]

ምንቃፍ ጥቕሚ የብሉን ስለምንይ ዘይቅንጽልዎም ነቶም ጠላማት ዘበሉ

[@TemesgnKebede-lr6gq]

Dictators of all shapes and Hew!!
He preaches all the time,
He has the tendency of
“Affect-laden possession-specific”
Syndrome,
With a podium
Never seemed to feel tedium.
He takes people for ride
Gather them in droves
To feed this syndrome
But he couldn’t have enough of it
So he has turned the table
A surrgote
To deliver what a podium
Could not do behind closed door
In short he could not live
without a rhapsody pill
Night time to chill.
He takes other for a ride
But at times he also fools himself
He is a rare being to be human
So it crosses his mind he may be divine.
The table and podium nurture
The illusion of being supernatural.
Guests invited for a feat
Seated at long chains of tables
Forget what came for,
Lost in wonder,
what their ears were fed
Unaware and unguarded
they interdigitated their own figures
And put them in their mouths
Taken as a morsels
To nourish the soul.
Such is his talent
That he Swap per fingers for a plate
Forgetful they had become puppets.
To this delight.
Deipnosophist proved qualified,
In a fleeting light.
Who could turn ventifacts to bread
For guidable acolytes to be fed.
No questions to ask,
unchallenged ridding high the waves,
God sent.
That gave me the green light
To rule as he pleased.
On a podium he speaks
With a voice so harsh,
Erumpent, like an axe
Falling on a rampike,
Splinters all over fly
As fast as a hawk
In pursuit of venerable prey
Amongst unsuspecting flock,
Picking gasthriths from a rock.
The crowd howls like wolves
Some Kneel down,
Kiss the ground
Instead of his foot
Unable for them to reach.
The dictator pleased
To hear his own voice
Tintinnabulate the crowd,
Made them cry aloud
To his divine rule
They shall obediently follow bowed.
In-deference to the dictators’s rule,
Cars too, stalled wheels
To roll.
Pleasing the dictator;
What more can be told!
“Carpe diem,
Enjoy the reign,
Thy kingdom shall be blessed”
Then a few years past
Things begin to crack
As it did to Francisco,
Mussolini, Hitler, Pol Pot and Marcos.
Auld lang syne
Tempus-fugit
The drama appears to be over
The curtain brought down
The dictator’s gospel preach
began to fall apart!
A foible. an Achilles heel began to manifest
The bravados’ pride wounded
Began to profusely bleed.
No nothing to offer,
No corner to manoeuvre,
Nowhere to go
And nowhere to hide
The dictator is unhinged.
But One last ditch vice
A dictator would use before his demise
Take down under
the people and the nation
He boastfully and a while back
claimed he would die for
to defend them the dark.
እዛ ናተይ ዝብላ እንተነቒላ
ዝሕሸላ
ባዕለይ ኣቃፅላ
ድሕረይ ዳንዴር ኣይብቆላ