In the shadowed realm of captivity,
Avera Mengistu, lost and unseen,
His mind a tempest, a fractured symphony,
Trapped within walls where hope grows lean.
A decade unfolds, relentless and cruel,
His footsteps echo on desolate shores,
A soul adrift, a captive of fate’s cruel duel,
In Gaza’s hold, where silence roars.
His heart, a fragile vessel, once sailed free,
Across the seas of dreams and childhood glee,
But now, it’s tethered to despair’s heavy chain,
A prisoner of nothing, a forgotten refrain.
The sun rises and sets, a relentless tide,
Yet Avera remains ensnared, his spirit tried;
His family’s tears, like rain on parched earth,
Seeking solace in memories of his innocent mirth.
Does the wind carry whispers of his name?
Do stars weep for him in the moon’s soft flame?
In the quiet of night, does he still sing,
A melody of longing, a prayer on a fragile wing?
Oh, Avera, your absence etches pain,
A void that time cannot erase or explain;
We yearn for your release, your return to light,
As the world turns its gaze away from your fight.
May compassion break the chains that bind,
May empathy bridge the gaps left behind,
And may your story echo across distant lands,
A plea for justice, a call to humanity’s hands.
For Avera Mengistu, held captive, unseen,
May hope find its way through darkness’ screen,
And may the world awaken, hearts unfurl,
To set free the captive soul of this wounded world.