Why - Genocide Contest

I lay in my hospital bed after giving birth, Could hear the murdering, raping Hutus approaching my bed My baby was no more. They ravaged me. Left me alive........... Could hear the battle getting nearer All I was worried about was my mother, Home alone... My husband was away was he fighting, Was he alive...... Clutching my dead baby staggered towards home, The smell of blood filled the air. Then I saw them, The valiant Tutu's, Fighting for us. here and now The sound of machetes clashing together. Limbs flying through the air. Like boomerangs. The screaming ....The misery....... When I staggered home. Found Mother in the water butt. Hiding from the savages. She was alive and ok.. So traumatised Many twisted bodies on the ground. Dragged them into a pile, trying to remember who they were. To keep a record , for posterity. Poured paraffin over them and cremated them. Praying for their souls We buried the baby in the hard red earth. Couldn't cry, had no tears we were.in shock...... Date was April 7th... So tired, we slept. Hidden from view... I am alive, my heart beating. Yet I feel dead. Dead inside....Why I ask myself. Why is it happening....God only, knows. Why?...... Penned 22/08/2014 for the Genocide Speak for the Lost contest. I used 100 days slaughter of Rwanda. You can see the skeletons of some of the twenty percent of the tutus that were killed, Can see the open mouth of the cry of pain. They have been kept. A reminder to the future generation April 7th is called Genocide Memorial Day, the week following is a national mourning week.