By
Dawit, the son of Isaac
Enough was his decency to be respected, and
For the truth he shared
The principles he stood
For the pen his might
For his fight for right
He deserved dignity and award
Not a detaining chain from a coward.
My Dawit, is physically locked in Era-Ero
But spiritually present in me and in Malmo
My liberty seeking Dawit is shattered locally
Nonetheless his freedom soul hovers in a universal library
My Dawit, is blackmailed and vanished by a tyrant, a cruel
However his liberal legacy reflects in Malmo, Sweden.
He was muted, tortured and thrown into cell of hellish plight
Only because he strove to inform, enlighten and guide
A psychopath leader feared My Dawit,
Dreaded his pen, his only might of democratic fight
Eritrea`s lunatic restrained his right to speak and write
No clues for years about the live of Dawit
Hence I commemorate my Dawit with an oath to fight
Dictators who darken innocent minds.
My Dawit, along with his innocent prison mates
They are at all times to be remembered
And his Library will be visited and his steps be followed
His identity will be uplifted, his dreams exalted
His freedom objectives will be continued and attained
Thus, his and his friends` fight will never be dead.
Tesfaldet Ghebrehiwet
