Shakespeare said,
Aren’t my poems great?
How about that love story
Of Romeo and Juliet?
But I replied,
Shakespeare, enough.
Who wants old stuff
Like that?
Why not
A new kind of love?
A love of Eritreans
For green Eritrea,
Not yet found in words,
Unheard –
A fearless story
The angels sing.
Writing my poems,
Living as long
As Methusaleh,
I couldn’t end this song
Before God called me home.
