Written by: Louis Muhereza

Though my shocked soul recoils
My tongue shall tell.
Stuck amidst my spoils
I have no one to tell my tale
Like kony in the bush
I stand caged in a mash
Foiled and fogged
Like a chicken soaked in the rains
My eyes are dry
For I cry no more
Many a tear have I dropped
My life has flopped
But who will tell my tale?
Generations come and go
My mind wanders far
Like a forest covered in leaves
I stand covered with dirt and mad
as i grow mad.
No one will approach,
they only look and reproach
They will not tell my tale.
then, who will tell my tale?