this day was dark lost sunshine and broken realities clashing in a congested space on this day there was no dawn only raindrops time had forgotten its job mouths had forgotten thier smiles on this day, fire was crowned king merciless ripping through bones mutilating skin today, my nature has brought me death the distant friend now gazing into my eyes on this day, I do not run from him. arms wide embracing falsified truths. fight no longer embedded in my being. this day, is the day.
A poem about the massacre that occured in Rwanda in 1994.