There is no more such a thing I call mine.
The body that I am is a thing of a past
It is fading so soon and so fast,
Just like a strong wind,
That once dominated a space
In the aftermath,
a broken lamppost is left hanging in suspense.
My fragile limbs fare no better but all the same.
The child that I rear and care from dawn
Is rearing to walk out and find his own.
And the girl has brought in a stranger
My hard won corner!
Who is eager to take over.
The woman I live with, you might find,
Has lost her mind.
You may also wonder what happen to mine?
Well, it is burnt out from day one
Since time began.
The brother I leaned on for sound comfort
Is lying in peace in a burial ground,
As a matter of fate.
The country I never had
It is so bad,
It offers me a drug,
Wrapped in a dazzling fluttering rug.
It really drives me mad.
It has a treble side effect,
Home sick is all I get.
And the arduous journey back
The frangible mind limps,
But the limbs are unable to take.
Copyright Haileselassie Girmay