Wayworn if you are not,
Let us travel to the mountain beyond Jerusalem
Where there are no guns, no lynchers or hangmen
Who cause misery and mayhem.
Let us go to the mountain beyond Jerusalem
Where wild fruits burgeon all year round,
You do not need to hoard or own.
Blessed enough are the boughs,
Doves, sparrows, gyrfalcons, hawks ands crows
Nest on the same branch,
and sit on each others eggs to hatch.
There is an eternal light,
No need to moil to rig out oil
Only to chock the earth
And its beauty spoiled,
While you still abode in a tenebrous toque
smeared with soil.
Let us go to the mountain beyond the great Western Plains
Where the riverbed is not macadamise
With bones of old tribes long gone and dead
Where no child cries, slain at the dolmens and altars
Of religious rivals.
Come!Let us trek beyond Jerusalem to Cockaigne
Where people do not complain
Of fraudulent election campaigns.
If only you tackle the beast in you
And keep him forever arraigned.
© Haileselassie Girmay