It’s been 30 years
Remembering those lost in the tragic tide
Their stories of courage, forever abide,
And their mantle we take on.
Though unborn, I weep silent tears,
For what might have been mine and yours,
The dreams our mothers and fathers cradled,
Snatched away by fate’s cruel hand.
On the 13th of Mata, my mother’s heart broke,
Eleven out of fourteen souls lost their lives,
Two aunts and my mother survived,
Their scars hidden, their stories etched in silence.
Now when Mom weeps silver tears,
Stars above bear witness to my fears.
But from the ashes sprouted courage
Of survivors carrying scars and stories,
Weaving threads of hope, stitched with unity,
Proclaiming “Never again” with tear-streaked eyes.
ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTOR
Aime Jazili Umuhuza is Rwandan poet with pen name JazilPoet. He weaves his thoughts in poetry, finding comfort in expression. Most of his poems revolve around the world’s unfairness and heart-broken themes. Checkout @he.is.jazil.i on Instagram for more of his poems.
3 comments
How lovely!
Thank you 😍
My pleasure to publish my poem 🎉