Sunday, April 7, 2024

In the heart of Rwanda, a nation torn,
By bloodshed and violence, its people mourn.
Militiamen marauding, wreaking havoc and fear,
Leaving behind painful memories, oh so near.

Florence, a mother, faced with despair,
Hiding her children, her heart laid bare.
Her husband's last words etched in her mind,
A preacher's strength, so noble and kind.

A nation scarred, by genocide's woe,
800,000 lives lost, a devastating blow.
Thirty years later, the pain endures,
In each heart, the memory ensures.

In Kabuga's quiet, the echoes resound,
Of horrors past, on hallowed ground.
Rwanda's anniversary, a somber day,
As survivors honor those taken away.