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NILE: A Poem by Tsegaye Gebre-Medhin
I am the first
Earth Mother of all fertility
I am the Source
I am the Nile I am the African I am the beginning
O Arabia, how
could you so conveniently have forgotten
While your
breath still hangs upon the threads of my springs
O Egypt, you
prodigal daughter born from my first love
I am your Queen
of the endless fresh waters
Who rested my
head upon the arms of Narmer Ka Menes
When we joined
in one our Upper and Lower Lands to create you
bosom of my
being
How could you so
conveniently count down
In miserable
billions of petty cubic yards
The eternal
drops of my life giving Nile to you
Beginning long
before the earth fell from the eye ball of heaven,
O Nile, that
gush out from my breath of life
Upon the throats
of the billions of the Earth's thirsty multitudes,
O World, how
could you so conveniently have forgotten
That I, your first
fountain, I your ever Ethiopia
I your first
life still survive for you?
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