For the last eight years of my life
I was being cut with unsharpened knife
Now let the time come to end the strife.
Let the wind blow and whistle in my ears,
‘War is over and it’s time for peace.’
I never imagined it would go for this long
But I feel like I am lost in a thick fog
May now be the time to end all the wrong
Let the wind blow and whistle in my ears,
‘War is over and it’s time for peace.’
So far to forgiveness, so close to revenge
Difficult to control, very hard to manage
War is deadly evil, let there be a change.
Let the wind blow and whistle in my ears,
‘War is over and it’s time for peace.’
This is a wish of two citizens
Each from the sister enemies
Eritrea, Ethiopia, they should end the war
And people find the peace they’re longing for
Let the wind blow and whistle in my ears,
‘War is over and it’s time for peace.’
Lidia Yeibio.
12/5/06.
Lidi, it's cool to see you here, with yet another lovely poem. Keep them coming. Peace.
I say 'Amen' to that! Your country has suffered so much it deserves a long and lasting peace. Good poem. I think the repetition of the two last lines works well.
Yes, Lidia......''Let the wind blow and whistle in my ears'' ~ U make a very beautiful poem from the words inside your heart. Let the spoils of war not be glorified. Telling a story like this teaches.
Lidia, it's a shame that revenge so often takes precendence over forgiveness. A wonderful poem of hope and peace... nicely done. Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lidi dear, i've read all your poems and this one inspired me in alot of things and as for me being an Eritrean too, well you've said everything that has to be said.