Date: Wednesday, 29 June 2016
WE LEARNED THE HARD WAYIn the late eighties, I and my college friends went to the deaf church located at Fairfax, Virginia. The deaf preacher was adopted by elderly couples who were stationed at the U.S. army base, in Germany during World War II. As the father heard some freshmen students complaining about their food on campus, he said, " When I was in the army in Germany, I had no any food or drink to celebrate my birthday. But I was lucky that I had a box of crackers that I shared with my comrades in celebration of my B-day. We all praised the Lord for these pieces of food. That is why I am wondering as I hear you time and again complaining about your food. You have to thank God for giving your daily bread." Such realistic assertion may be applied to our contemporary youths who did not taste the bitter cup of wretchedness with camouflaged agenda during the dark hours of our history. If some don't know or forget their past, they cannot appreciate their comparable pursuit of living today. With this in mind, I would like to share with you the following poem:-WE LEARNED THE HARD WAYAsmarina......!This sacred cityOnce became a prison campWhen a quarterOf a million Derg armiesMade our top flatsTheir trenchesAnd our historic schoolsTheir clubs and hospitals.In the curfew of the nightLife was early to bedAnd early to riseBut not for runaway dogsWhich howled and roamedTill the cock crows.There was moneyBut noting to buyThe hungry childHad to cryEvery now and thenWhile sucking the breastOf undernourished mother.There was a shortage of suppliesNo sugar or coffeeFor many days and nightsThe poor mothersHad to grind some candiesin order to sweeten their tea.But not only that...They had to chop to piecesTheir tables, chairs, and boxesWhich they used as fire woodIn order to cook their food.We saw the dancing treesWhich were accustomedTo the gentle blow of friendly windsWhile knocking down everywhereBy a bomb-generated hurricane.We saw the singing birds stirFrom the ugly sounds of bombs.We saw the abandoned childWhile running to the approaching tanks.We saw the aged, bedriddenAnd visually impairedWho had no one aroundTo take them outWhile their housesBurned to the ground.We saw many young womenWaiting in the lineFrom morning to darkTo get their shareFrom water tanks.We saw many poor folks sleepingInside the train carsOf the legendary FeroviaA reminiscent of SawaUnder the leadership of GedilWhich means struggle.At last, my country men and womenWe learned the hard way.However,Where is the courtIn this soulless worldWhere is pityIn this senseless world?Where is humanityIn this cruel world?For all theseLet us forgiveBut not forgetFor the sake of peaceIn this very worlddevoid of justice.-Haile