Rwanda's Pain
The Belgian masters of old
gave in to the devil's wish,
offering Tutsi blood to
fill the Hutu tribal dish.
Wretched souls hacked asunder
killed in the shadow of fear,
corpses soaked in crimson blood
yet, the world shed not a tear.
The presence of God's church was
absent from the bloody scene,
hidden from reality
cloistered lives remained serene.
The victims were voiceless as
slaughter grew to genocide
yet very little was done,
the tragedy's swept aside.
The U.N. helped the Belgians
sneak away and dodge the blame,
while Roméo Dallaire got placed
in charge, to deal with their shame.
Forced to witness torture and
the mutilation of girls,
his hands were tightly tied by
Canada's shameful dictums.
The sheer weight of Rwanda's pain
weighing heavy on his soul,
he wrote a book, exhuming
lives hate buried in a hole.
(Quatrain)
9/5/2017
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2017
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