The worst of the worst, Calling the Fed to Intervene
A land betrayed by its own hand,
Where trust was torn, like grains of sand.
Disarming forces, laying down might,
Then calling upon the feds to set things right.

In paradox they stand, both weak and bold,
Claiming as a peace seeker, yet stories unfold.
Accusing others of war drumbeats,
While your whispers of discord fill the streets.

With words like honey, you sweetly speak,
Yet shadows of your actions betray the weak.
A mask of virtue, a cloak of grace,
Hiding the scars of a troubled face.

Your point fingers, casting blame,
But in your hands, the spark and flame.
For peace you cry, but chaos you sow,
A river of danger in your wake does flow.

A mirror reflects the truth untold,
For in your hearts, the battle is called.

The strength once held in your grip now slips,
Seeking aid, a fragile ship,
Sailing on tides of tension and distrust,
A dream of peace, or broken rust?

What drives this dance, this shifting stance?
You campaign a lot for TDF to lay down arms, then seek another’s chance?
Is this the path to peace, war, or loss, or gain?
A dance of hope, or yearning echoes of old pain?

A bitter twist, a dagger in the chest,
Stripping strength, yet finding no rest,
Begging those once defied,
To clean up the mess you created.

Betrayal stains the ground, so raw,
A broken pact that none can ignore.
You tear your heart out, without a fight,
Then kneel, begging for enemies’ might.

The military that bled the land,
Ravaging without remorse or hand,
Now you beg them to return their curse?
Is this what you seek, for better or worse?

To call upon the beasts that made you weak,
And ask them to return, their hell to wreak?
It’s not just peace you beg, but a broken soul,
A shattered trust that’ll never be whole.

You bled for power, for pride, for control,
Now you’re naked, with no place to go.

The stench of treachery fills the air,
A fractured prayer, a desperate plea laid bare.
To shed your weakness, to crawl, to fall—
And call on the ones who’ve done it all.

You once stood as a shield, the voice of the land,
With promises whispered, so bold, so grand.
Yet in the shadows, the truth unfolds,
A betrayal etched in stories told.

You called the fed, you sought their might,
But dimmed Tigray’s enduring light.
The people you swore to fiercely defend,
Now left to suffer, their spirits to mend.

What defense is this, what cruel disguise? When the pleas of the innocent echo the skies.
Each tear that falls, each life upturned,
Marks the trust your actions burned.

Once a defender, now seen as a foe, In Tigray’s heart, your choices show. To call for aid, to abandon the fight,
You’ve cast the dreams of the people into endless night.

It is incomprehensible, a shadowed plight,
Why you aligned with Tigray’s blight.
Turning from kin, the steadfast, the true,
Heroes and heroines, their valor imbued.

What cause could compel this forsaken embrace,
To stand with the foes who sought our disgrace?
When courage burns bright in the hearts of your own,
Why cast away seeds that Tigray has sown?

Do you not see, in their struggle, a fire,
Born of our pain, yet lifting us higher?
To doubt TDF, your own blood, the strong and the brave,
Is to let our spirit fall into its grave.

Turn back to the roots where your heart should reside,
Among those who’ve suffered yet still stand with pride.
For Tigray’s defenders, unbroken, remain— To doubt them is folly, to forsake them is pain.
But still, the people rise, their hope a flame,
Resilient and strong, despite your name.
Tigray endures, though betrayed by kin,
Its strength unbroken, its fight within.

In your betrayal, you’ve lost your place,
Now you wait for others to erase your disgrace.