"machetes" poems - Hello Poetry

I remember the rains that day, A shower of hate that won’t go away, The day seven of the year ninety four, When pain suddenly opened the door, And nothing was ever going to be the same anymore, With machetes and guns they marched, Aiming for our limbs to detach, Sworn they did that no INYENZI would escape their grasp, They swore that all would experience their wrath, Genocide it was called but the truth not told, The rains struck hard smell of rotting flesh, Cries from a distance heard but ignored, No one would even dare talk or whisper, **** the cockroaches was the message from the speaker, It was the rainy season the beginning of a massacre, Women and children are alienated from their land, Refugees in camps away from their land, The African holocaust had began in Rwanda, It took a while for the world to ponder, The ones who had the power to stop it kept quiet, They gave neither reason nor excuse for their silence, They waited until we all lost our patience, It was the rains in Rwanda the day of mourning, It was the season to prepare for farming, But I can bet the world saw it coming, But none gave a **** from the beginning, And so began the killing, Brothers and sisters turned enemy, Neighbors turned into strangers, **** ****** mutilation humiliation torture, Tribal hatred fueled by the west, When will Africa come to rest? And understand that we are one race, One love one place one earth, Let’s have love and peace, BY ISSAI

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Apr 8, 2014

Apr 8, 2014 at 3:24 AM UTC

issai-mashingo

THE RAINS IN RWANDA

I remember the rains that day, A shower of hate that won’t go away, The day seven of the year ninety four, When pain suddenly opened the door, And nothing was ever going to be the same anymore, With machetes and guns they marched, Aiming for our limbs to detach, Sworn they did that no INYENZI would escape their grasp, They swore that all would experience their wrath, Genocide it was called but the truth not told, The rains struck hard smell of rotting flesh, Cries from a distance heard but ignored, No one would even dare talk or whisper, **** the cockroaches was the message from the speaker, It was the rainy season the beginning of a massacre, Women and children are alienated from their land, Refugees in camps away from their land, The African holocaust had began in Rwanda, It took a while for the world to ponder, The ones who had the power to stop it kept quiet, They gave neither reason nor excuse for their silence, They waited until we all lost our patience, It was the rains in Rwanda the day of mourning, It was the season to prepare for farming, But I can bet the world saw it coming, But none gave a **** from the beginning, And so began the killing, Brothers and sisters turned enemy, Neighbors turned into strangers, **** ****** mutilation humiliation torture, Tribal hatred fueled by the west, When will Africa come to rest? And understand that we are one race, One love one place one earth, Let’s have love and peace, BY ISSAI