‘Charge!’ cried the infantry, pushing forward block by block, Paving way for others to follow and stalk – Resulting in heavy casualties on both sides, All for a king too reluctant to fight;
Queen, Bishop, Knight and Rook, Fight to the end; for the war must be won, by hook or by crook. Between gobsmacking moves to trap the king; And pretentious moves that fling,
Lies the answer to it all- The question remains, out of the two-who will fall? The surviving foot-soldiers gets promoted, while the king ever weak and coward; Taking refuge in his forces that gathered…
The climax in the end is worth everything Opponents look hard at the board, concentrating… Between arduous moves and fleeing for refuge, “Checkmate” cries the winner with joy infused.
Welcome, welcome White dove The hatred wall That estranged cousins Have begun to fall When love Incarnated in white dove Started to fly high Over Ethiopian- Eritrean sky. Welcome, welcome White dove You are an antidote Border dispute to solve.
Young love comes to call only in the end to fall in the beginning like a river it flows in the bitter end like dried and cracked autumn leaves it blows It enchants you like the suns rays and hypnotises
With the essence of elegance, And with the timelessness of beautified brilliance, My mind knows there’s not a word in existence, That could ever explain or express, What my eyes see in this moment that’s left my world in a