By Mikias Girma

As our runners lace

We show our happy face

They run more than a race

They take us to our beautiful place

Every run goes far

It lights our flag’s star

No matter where we are

It heals our scar

It doesn’t matter what tribe

As one Ethiopia we vibe

Joy can only describe

What our Gold Medals inscribe

On their shoulders we lean

Victory lap with the red, yellow and green

Blessings from our former Kings and Queens

Our hearts’ happiest scene

Way after they cross the finish line

Together we’ll still align

Keeping her so divine

We love our 13 Months of Sunshine