Poems on Walk 

Who Calls Who..?

Who called a spade a spade
with a single service for a trade: 
Breaking a clod,
At unfortunate times such as burying the dead?
With a light Handle for a tail
And a flat metal at the other end,
A spade is like a plane
Has wings out nicely spread,
Aside Moiling on earth, it flies instead,
But unlike a plane it carries all cargoes overhead,
Without the noise and being heard.
Who said a coward is always a coward
He cowers in the face of death
And never makes his hackles raised
And grabs the hilt of a sword
To beat the unbeatable against all odds.

Copyright Haileselassie Giramy

First draft 1998

Revised 5/6/2001