Self Destruction Poem by Alem Hailu Gabre Kristos

Eskimos bury
The handle of
A razor-sharp knife,
Bearing a lump of
Frozen meat
In the wilderness of ice.

Wolf gather and
Unaware their own snow-frozen
Tongues they slit
They lick lick and lick
Along own blood hot and tick.
'What a windfall luck! '
They think
'We are licking our own blood! '
Before comes to their head
They find themselves dead!

Hankering for personal gain
Blindfolded by gluttony
There are citizen's
Government's coffer drain
With the wrong mindset
'We are smart and brave'
They push their country,
Their foothold or abode,
To a grave!