She spat on her predecessors'
home and stated, I have spewed this country
out! Isn't this where the hands are found
blazing steels on the dividers like teeth
eating the body? With breath substantial like
the tears of an assaulted virgin, she stated:
I read verses and composition about Rwanda and I swear
I could have named this place "Heaven".
Yet, somebody has part the substance of the law
in my nation. I run towards the trench,
towards the faces prostrating to tidies. God!
Nothing blinds the eyes like despondency.
At her front yard, she disposed of all
the mattocks and the blades.
She gazed at the sobbing race
furthermore, the resting race. Here and there,
her solitary wish is to wake up
among the nation's flawless grasses
furthermore, it will be sufficient
to call even the fallen spots "Heaven".
