Ecclesiastic-Like Thoughts
Jul 30, 2017 · 1 min read
We wake, we eat, we wash, we breathe;
We work, we sweat, we rule, we neglect.
We try, we fail, we attempt, we prevail;
We run, we hide, we climb, we glide.
We love, we hurt, our life, so curt;
Our hearts we test, at every step.
My heart is full, my heart is empty;
I live for the purpose of filling my belly.
The days appear and the nights reveal;
Our routine breeds, with steady speed.
We accept life’s servings with minimal objection;
For fear of an even worse reaction.
Through challenge and hurdle we attempt to succeed;
And in the end we think we’re greatly freed.
Life to us seems just a simple procedure;
That we pass through everyday to reach an immediate future.
Nina Geremew
(Addis Ababa, 2007)
