ECHOES OF RWANDA
Beauty, they say, comes with time
Even scars fade, and what was once ugly
Now seems fine.
Though torn and shattered years ago
Rwanda, like a new moon
Glows with a quiet, radiant light.
Yet, if you listen closely
You can still hear the echoes—
The haunting cries of Tutsis, Hutus
Lingering in the wind.
When the rains arrive, tears still fall
Tracing paths down the cheeks of both
The old and the young.
But they made a choice—
A choice to believe in a dream
An idea that would set them free.
And like eagles, Rwandans soar
United, resilient, and proud.
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