The last song of Love to form on my lips
was a whisperΒ into your perfect little ear
Your momma loves you, darling
your momma loves you
Then, I watched them take my sweet Ephraim away
your father, little one
he was your daddy
they dragged him along
across that ****** bridge
with a sword stuck into his spine
like a fork in his body
Oh, the bodies!
the stench if the carcasses
like rotting, decomposing swine
an aroma of death
roosting like ***** in the heat
then as I crouch screaming
God, No!
Who will protect my son?
my love, he was the only one
who could keep you safe from the dangers
of this perverted country
You, darling.
are my child I carried for nine months inside,
then that day you held tightΒ
to my back
clutching my spine
screaming
and screaming.
I could have tried to protect you too, child
I should have ran
and I would have kept on running
with you in my arms, darling
I should have held you close and taunt
clutched under my *****
I should have fought
Oh, my beautiful treasured son
my little baby boy
you stole my heart from the
moment I saw your almond eyes
from the first time I touched your coffee-toned skin
I want you back!
I want to hear you laugh again
you cry again
I want you back
I need you still, child
still child
Oh, that is how I saw you
as they ripped you off my back
and smashed your head upon the ground
You lied there
mouth open
still breathing
I knelt over you, darling
praying for you, child
Please, stay
Please don't let them take you away
You
lying still
too still
oh, my baby
my only son!
I cannot get over the pain that I feel
I cannot forgive
Its been years
Its been trails
and arguments of crime
My world is surreal because
over and over
I dream of
you
you, darling
And I want you to come back to me
So I can whisper in your ear
Your momma loves you, my sweet, sweet, child
your momma loves you
a realistic account of the horrors of the Rwandan Genocide