Here Smells Hell

Hell smells on this nice land Land where there is severe killing Killing of innocent people People hating their neighbors Neighbors with grudge Grudge against everything Everything has decayed. Decayed, as morals are in danger Danger of living on this land Land with endless fire Fire from the morning until in the evening Evening, when death squadrons chop and shoot Shoot and set ablaze fellow humans Humans stand in the inglenook watching the burning of men Men observing humans terminating fellow comrades Comrades are in hell here. Poem by N. Mugisho