From: hbokure@aol.com
Date: Mon Apr 26 2010 - 22:00:58 EDT
It is is a Spring
A month of the poets.
How I wish I could write
Of blooming flowers
Of trees, of running waters
Of glittering stars
Of radiant sun
Of gentle winds
Of singing birds
Of cheerful kids
Alas..............
Such emotion, such sigh
All of a sudden
Is punctuated
From near or afar
Upon missing
Our great scholar
Tekie, Tekie
As his name suggested
The replaced
But the irreplaceable ones
As a patriotic sage
So principled, and determined
Even during the dark hours
Of our people
By exposing the lies,
Plots and intrigues
Of those who engaged
In the dirty business
Of politics
For this he will always
Be remembered as a free
In the annals of Eritrean history.
Haile Bokure.