T’was late in October, at Herui’s Tedla’s house not a creature was stirring; don’t know if there’s a spouse. 10 generations of names he wrote and he wrote, The throne is rightfully mine; remember this as you all vote! There was Herui grinning, as he examined the spread Look! Pages of pedigree charts and letters he said... But so much had happened for this to even matter, The Gs had appeared with the dreadful Open Letter. With Dr.s Bereket and others driving the charge, The attack was launched at the Eritrean public at large. We are the Reformers, here to save Eritrea from him, You know, the dictator! The one who rules at whim! Eritrea was celebrating her Tenth anniversary, Her children flocked in by air, by bus and by sea. They raised flags, sang songs and danced in the street, And then they went home to soothe their sore feet.