| eGermenaLo translated: WE ARE SURPRICED! |
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| Written by Haile Bokure | |
| Monday, 17 September 2007 | |
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Song of Wedi Tkabo "eGermenaLo, eGermenaLo" translated by Haile Bokure They say time and again
“It is because of us Now peace reigns.” Instead of jumping With restlessness from afar In search of fallen star Why they don’t go to the space In order to prepare their place? We have unsettled bill at hand
For which we shed our blood A by product Of historical injustice For which we condemned To die and bleed A mark our struggle So alive and memorable. Whenever they intend To neglect No wonder, with lax They ask us to pay historical tax We live in the world But it cannot see us otherwise What is wrong with its own eyes. We are surprised! We are surprised! Does our voice That reverberates our strength In this world? It is the seed of our history That drove the enemy Once and for all. We have a recordable history That may drain the world’s ink. A nightly star, we didn’t need When the sun shone indeed. What a conspiracy of silence Didn’t he see when the people Kill each other? Didn’t he retreat Lest his hand smear While it bleeded? When the demarcation line Was drawn and signed It seemed to be dramatized As the moon A queen of the night Appeared in eventide. But it is of no use to us While we saw a drying grass Or when we saw a cloud Devoid of piercing light. They say time and again It is because of us Now peace reigns. Instead of jumping With restlessness from afar In search of fallen star Why they don’t go to the space In order to prepare their place. We have unsettled bill at hand For which we shed our precious blood Which is by product Of historical injustice For which we condemned To die and bleed. A true story Of our struggle So alive and memorable. Whenever they intend To neglect No wonder, with lax They ask us to pay historical tax We live in the world But it cannot see us otherwise What is wrong with its own eyes. We are surprised! We are surprised! Our houses burned to the ground Without rescue or helping hand. Was not yesterday with famish Our house so utterly ravaged? It was once full of cattle But now we live on sea fishes. Didn’t they send us Some predatory merchants? When our historical dream fulfilled They demand land with greed. They are the very judges Who strive to manipulate Laws and fairness To suit their needs. It is irony otherwise As one tries to burn ice. He trains to the very destroyer Who craves destruction. Once with spears and shield They started to fight He abruptly joined them And fortified. No wonder, if some one Willingly burned By jumping into the fire. No wonder, after all If a burned wood Gave birth to a charcoal Or said “ To be frank I am really black.” Our train is indomitable That dashed the railroad. We are the real beneficiaries Of our hard struggle But they hurled plow To disperse the fruit of our labor They look like a hair brush But they are messy sheriffs Who don’t respect justice. Their shallow self-appraisal Is corrupt and falsely justified Weather they like it or not They are cursed to the end. It is no wonder If at the expense of brush The smiling tooth glistens. No matter, how we feel inside Please let us smile For our endurance Is our true mark. We are surprised! We are surprised! There is no alternative To our real selves As we march on the right track It is un-Eritrean to move back Those mountain and seas Symbolizing our history Are like fragrance Of beautiful flowers Stimulating our olfactory. They are evil thinkers, of course Being master-minded of untruth. We are surprised! We are surprised! When the history is in progress One is likely to stir up trouble Which is likely to be denounced By the real actors of events. We are historical and one nation Who is the leader Who opposes our unity? We are in the world But the world can’t see us It is an absolute endurance Our historical mark. We are surprised! We are surprised! |
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