RWANDA.
I watched helplessly as their tears quenched the thirst of the
bloodthirsty land,
If collected and arranged to a vertical column,
Maybe all their problems may reach the sun.
They left their country in a huff,
For cigarettes they could not puff, nor did they have enough,
Every piece of their homeland was desolate,
Fire razed through everything of value,
In their present refuge, they were a burden to the inhabitants.
Children and women died, all the sick could do was cry,
Wether you were Hutu or Tutsi, You had to lie,
If not, then they would gouge out your eye,
Your hands they would tie and let you die.
Who was to pick the broken pieces of their hearts?
If in their own abode they were lost, and now they are stigmatized by
their host.
Nothing didn't come at a cost,
food, shelter, clothing, all these they had to fight for in the
camps.
Nobody cared that they act as savages, i wonder if it was amusing.
Six years death plagued Rwanda,
All her resource went under,
Her people were torn asunder, and depleted in number,
By God's grace, they rose up and suffer no longer.
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