April 7, 1994

April 5th 1994- Kurt Cobain dies April 6th 1994- The President of Rwanda Dies April 7th 1994- Kurt Cobain's body is found April 7th 1994- A genocide begins. Neighbors take arms against neighbors People he once shared a sandbox with now hold a machete to his neck Heads roll- literally Babies cry out to their mothers who lie there choking on their own blood Girls who 2 days ago were playing house with their dolls, now take care of their whole family Screams of pain from girls who's innocence is taken from the man who used to bounce them on his knee. Gathered in the place where God is supposed to be Hundreds are murdered ruthlessly. Guns not pointed at their heads But clubs that smash them in. Achilles' heels slashed These men drink and feast and sleep Over the screams of their victims Babies born 9 months after these men took something that was not theirs to take A physical representation of all that is evil and hatred and pain She tries to love them anyway But she sees him in them He has daddy's eye She has her fathers nose She sees them in the way he looks at her when he's hungry As if she is just there to quench that thirst with her body. The whole word is split in 2 Nobody is Rwandan anymore You are Hutu or Tutsi Short or tall Human or vermin. The dead among the living Sometimes I can't tell which is which Until I see it That sparkle of hope in that one man's eye Because the human spirit will never die. The father of his best friend tortured and murdered his mother on their front lawn. Orphaned and afraid, He cannot stop He cannot slow down He cannot give up Because screw Kurt Cobain he has to tell the story of what really happened that day Rwanda April 7th 1994

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