ABIYE'S POETRY : I. REST MY CASE

The intensity of this society
That killed and buried our history
With the tears and pains of our humanity
The blood and sorrow of our society

Our family makes me weep
Makes me speak grievously
For the evil of hiding our pain
We need to see the suffring
To begin to heal our reality

O! Suffring,how joyous
The gods shall make u cry!
O! Suffring how grand
The gods shall make ye