No one ought bestow,

Nor anyone honoured,

Greatness is a failure,

A bitter disappointment in the end.

Greatness that  translated in to a success,

Might as well be like being  fed on ones own waste.

There ought not be such a statues,

And remain as a member of the same  species,

You got to move on and be profoundly something else!

Could anyone blessed can so ever  manage?

I have my humble doubts,

And take umbrage at the very thought doubts.

Copyright Haileselassie Girmay