A cry here, another there,
Adding up with time
Till they’re all one could hear,
The heartbreaking sobs.
A corpse and another,
Gazillions of them all over
“What sin did they commit though?” I ask
“They were born,” says history.
Dry blood on the walls
The rest flowing like rivers
O Rwanda, how did you get here?
Those babies, the beautiful women,
The daughters, sons, fathers,
The cold-blooded killers spared none
Thank heavens, Inkotanyi came
The buried seeds know,
and the flowers in bloom know:
“INKOTANYI NI UBUZIMA”
ABOUT THE CONTRIBUTOR
Briane Nkwihoreze is a Rwandan poetess who loves writing. To her, poetry is a way of expressing her thoughts rather than speaking them out. Most of her poems relate to mental health awareness. Checkout her Instagram, @lakay.
