to Rwanda

They fought, deflowered and burnt abodes:
Two nearby clans mad each at each.

They swore to kill and maim by the sword.

Some girls are kept in queer slavery camps.

Fighting grew hot, each vowing to kill.

They fought to carnal, and across.
Ten thousand dead. Many more dying...

The battle turned hot
Day after day
More got killed, more cruelly torn.
AIDS reigned in the land.

Infants died wandering, hungry
The battle went on
More died by bombs, and stray bullets.
How many more would die?
How much more meat for eagles and vultures?

O Lord of Hosts, this battle grew hot!

Adeshina Olusanya
Copyright ©2007 Adeshina Olusanya



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