Dry, thirsty, Aksum civilization of Ethiopia!
Three monsoons are gone, Country is in hydro-algia;
Running incessant insipid dryness, No rain insignia,
A continuance of extreme thirst, as if a trivia!
Bright Sunny Waterless soil, in hysteria,
Barren oldest civilization in utopia.
Blood flowing in Ethiopia's arid land,
Carcasses have become the garbage of the sand;
Human misery, a morose idol brand,
Horizon trembling at the cry of the milkless infant!
People want rain to fall, want celestial nymph to extend hand,
The nation wants water to become swampy marshland.
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