My Dawit Poem by Tesfaldet Ghebrehiwet

Some of my recent English poems
My Dawit

Dawit, the son of Isaac
Enough was his name to be respected,
For the truth he shared
The principles he stood
For the pen his might
For his right for right
He deserved dignity and award
 Not a chain from a coward.

My Dawit, locked in Ira-Iro
Opened in Malmo
My Dawit, Destroyed locally
Erected universally
My Dawit, Chopped into pieces by tyrant cruel
His parts Joined by soulful Sweden..

Disdain lover feared My Dawit,
Eritrea`s Goliath handcuffed his right
My Dawit Was
 Muted, tortured, thrown into cell of hellish plight
Because he strove to inform, enlighten and guide
Hence I commemorate my Dawit with an oath to  fight
Dictators who darken innocent mind.

My Dawit, you are now to be Reborn, resurrected
Your steps will be followed, your Library visited
Your identity uplifted, your kids dignified
Your objectives continued and attained
Thus you will never be dead.