From: hbokure@aol.com
Date: Thu Jun 18 2009 - 15:11:23 EDT
NOBODY KNOWS......
No body knows why she forced to carry a gun
After years of domestic slavery
Auctioned for dowry.
No body knows why she chose to be a martyr
This paragon of love and peace.
No body knows why she maimed in this country
Where she is still adorned for her beauty.
No body knows why? in a rage
Escaped from her cage.
I wonder!!!
Was it for her beauty?
Was it for her right?
Listen, Mr. Wright
The time is not ripe.
LULLABY: A WOMAN FIGHTER'S SONG
FOR HER BABY GIRL
Harenaye, Harenaye!
I wish you become a well-educated
As you grow
Just to tell
The story of your father
To the world.
Harenaye! Oh, Harenaye
The torch of my hope
Who were in your cozy cradle
Oh, yes, my womb
At the time
Of the Six Offensive Campaign
That terminated his life
Amid? dreamy nights
To see him one day alive.
(Translated from Tigrigna. Author unknown)
Source: Haile Bokure (1999). Eritrea Is Born.? P. 11-14