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