That year the roar of the Lion of Judah was lost forever,
In its place came the rumble of despots of different kind,
Who unleashed the dogs of war on an innocent people
Of a nation suffering from famine. “The Revolution,” they
Said, “was because of the Famine,” but famines still exist!
While Terror Red roamed the streets, like vultures ready,
The Mothers hushed their wailing children, lest the Dergue
Should hear and break open the doors! The Walls had
Ears, and you watched your tongue, lest they heard you!
The young, hearing motherland call, joined the militia,
To train with wooden sticks for guns! They punched the air,
And cheered aloud, and went to fight a battle never won,
While Despots ruled a Nation suffering from famine ‘n’ shame!
While the nation suffered from further war and draught,
The despot collected gold and silver! The nation shivered in
Greater fear, as E.P.L.F. and T.L.F. further advanced,
And Migs poured napalm, while hungry children wailed!
For I sing a song of all those lost, in a reign of fifteen
Years, of terror and madness sheer! For, after the reign
Of lions, came Hyenas and despots who unleashed the
Dogs of war on the innocent suffering from famine harsh!
And so is my song of a Nation of milk and honey, of emperors
Great, sucked into a vortex of pain and suffering, as despots
Collected gold and Silver. For such was the reign of terror,
It cowed down a nation suffering from draught and famine!
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