On The Wings Of Darkness Poem by Haile Tesfaye

If a single seed begins a tree;
a candle lights a room than one
kind gesture can start a friendship.
Let's create bridges or be smothered
by evil's bait. Narrow is the way,
arduous is to enter this gate when
the heart is subdued by hate. Armed
with swords, rage is the fate.
Stranded till the end of time on the
wings of darkness. No victory in war,
the profit is poverty. When love has
abandon, all are lost and wounded.
Shear the skin, but the root is the
same.