Ouroboros Poem by Alem Hailu Gabre Kristos

Ouroboros is its own meal

The same is true with

Those from own country that steal!



To humstrung the incumbent

Most party members are not hesitant.



Ouroboros, they adore their party,

Which they obliviously or

Otherwise sully with

A rent-seeking identity.

They adore the incumbent

Yet they spell nation's

Slow but sure death

Siphoning budget earmarked

For infrastructure, education,

Agriculture and health.



They adore their party

That took power

But with a dead face

That lets them, with

Nation's wealth, take a shower.



They adore their party,

However with their bureaucratic logjams,

Create on nation's developmental

Thrust encumbrance.

Yet they entertain

A wild dream

Their party could

Let the country

Forward advance.



They support their party

As a Scare (self-defeating) tactic

Sees better

For social justice

Requesting demonstrators

To scatter

Shooting one or two

With a sniper.

'Cause what they enunciate

'We adore'

Citizens abhor

Marking it stifling and 'a bore'.



Worse still

Barefaced they entertain

No shame or fear

Using 'public media'

'I kill thee

Because I love thee! '

To din in people's ear.