Fasika Ayalew - Wasted

If yesterday could complain
And tomorrow could utter
The past and future days
How today is wasted
They can truly confess
If darkness is for tomorrow
And if blame is for yesterday
What exactly is the word,
for the present day?
Just wasted…
A wasted love
A wasted life
A wasted land
A wasted pride

Fasika Ayalew

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