Hutu Tutsi Rwanda Burundi

 

In the land of our ancestors
where Lucy roamed
where now we send our guns
and our guilty planes of useless food

In a place where we stuff
our thoughts and feelings
so we can paint someone else
so very black

Can you see the soldier boys
running in the streets?
Can you hear the children crying?
Do you know the dead and dying all about?

In this shadow world is also grace and beauty
In this shadow land is a distant cry to be free
In this darkest night is the warmth of a fire
     long forgotten

Cradle of civilization
of man and womankind.

 

Melissa Osborne ‡ Lyrica

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