DontRunMeOver

Hutu Suicide

I can still hear the soldier boys
Singing in the square
I still feel the need to join
With the voices there

Years of bitter stories
Kindling needing fire
A violent tongue that guides us
Creates the spark required

Play out my father’s rage
Grievances never pass
And see machete blades
Fall on bones that break like glass

Play out my father’s rage
Grievances never pass
And see machete blades
Fall on bones that break like glass

Now the scratches on the pew
The red marks on the wall
Shudder through my brain
Reminded of the day
These humble farmer’s things
Turned into killing tools
The blood which stains these hands
Will not wash away

Action bettered sense that day
Reason brushed aside
All my morals swept away
In the human tide

So loud they must have heard us
As the church doors opened wide
Blood to end the service
As terror dulled their eyes

Play out my father’s rage
Grievances never pass
And see machete blades
Fall on bones that break like glass

Play out my father’s rage
Grievances never pass
And see machete blades
Fall on bones that break like glass

Now the scratches on the pew
The red marks on the wall
Shudder through my brain
Reminded of the day
These humble farmer’s things
Turned into killing tools
The blood which stains these hands
Will not wash away

History records
In two months, a million killed
The few of those I witnessed
Haunt me still

Now I stand at the border
Calm at last
A clifftop over water
This is where I choose to pass

"Forgive my foul misdeeds
I repent my mistakes"
Screaming these words out
I throw myself into Kivu lake

"Forgive my foul misdeeds
I repent my mistakes"
Screaming these words out
I throw myself into Kivu lake

For the scratches on the pew
The red marks on the wall
Shudder through my brain
They remind me of the day
These humble farmer’s things
Turned into killing tools
The blood which stains these hands
Will not wash away

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