Rwanda Genocide

Rwanda Genocide

A war forever fought, blood on the field.
Many slain in a feud long carried on.
The burning, slaying, raiding, never to yield.
Hacking of limbs, laughter wild, minds long gone.

Babies thrown into trees, bones a breaking.
Children pushed to the ground, skulls caving in.
Woman rapped, dumped onto dirt, souls shaking.
Men in constant battle, their skin torn thin.

A nightmare unleashed, a terror let loose.
A mass of bloody corpses strewn about.
Machetes dripping red, a thick wet juice.
Striking once, twice, thrice, never having doubt.

Cover of darkness, survivors escape.
Slipping in the blood soaked earth, falling down.
Putrid stench rises up, mouths left agape.
Hyenas left yipping in an empty ghost town.

Place of food, water, shelter, they arrive.
Many will not leave, this haven will stay.
All are relieved, happy to be alive.
But thousands more did die that awful day.