The Rescue that never came ...

1 , 10 , 100 , 1000 ,10,000, When does it become just a number ,
When does the totality of death becomes so great...
that it is as if we are counting grains , or seeds With which we Cultivate,
Soils that will never grow again ,
Mothers pour bed time stories into their children’s souls ...Souls filled with longing , with hope ...stories of western worlds ..warm homes..full stomachs ...
Of saints who will liberate them from the darkness
So the children wait ...Afraid to exhale ...
Waiting for a rescue that will never come

A hope so loud that only GOD can hear it
I grasp their small fingers and run ...leap into an uncertainty , more certain , than this certainty ...for this fall...this concrete...
Will kiss them goodnight in a way an AK47 never could ..
‘The Hutu should stop having mercy on the Tutsi’
Wave after Wave of hatred gush from the radios
As sons are obliterated by an army of hypocrisy ...
For we are the same ...we were always the same ...maybe different parents ..or a different surname Our country once broken by colonialisms hand ...Now vying for their attention
Waiting for a rescue that will never come

This Holocaust...An ideology repackaged ... Jews Morphed into Africans...Hitler morphed into an African...
There is death Here..We are dying here ...We are dying here ...
Twa, Hutu, Tutsi ...Printed..Then separated..
the beautiful hills of days gone by covered in ruins
Here where children frolicked and played
Are places where vultures roam , call home and now feast
Converging on human flesh ...humanity..lost somewhere between the eye of a gun and the swish of a machete ..
Where rape is the rule and its absence the exception,

A horizon littered with skulls, torso’s ...fingers,..those long fingers with which you once caressed my cheek and gave me mornings to rise for ...
A Mothers bosom complete with scars where her children were torn from her
Mother Africa lay bleeding eyes still open ...oozing despair, disappointment, realisation
That help was never coming..

"To be a Tutsi they said was a crime for which death was the only suitable
punishment. The Hutu that refuses to kill is not worthy of life. As an
accomplice he must also die."

With these lies you move forward ,
The eyes of my brethren replaced with the hard eyes of a killer ...as you dispatch ...dismember...disgrace
The triumph of an evil extraordinary...

One day you will die ..
and Even your coffin will swell with fear for you and as you fester ...like the faeces of a depraved animal .awaiting your fate ..
I pray that you will remember your doctrum .your slogans .your mottos..
And As my eyes roll back in search of a peace consistently denied , I will also recite Our Motto ....
"Unity, Work, Patriotism"
And hope that this will be remembered the way my death will never be forgotten...