Genocide [ Rwandan] Poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa

Here i kill and won pride
among my people without
thinking of tomorrow.Killing
my people with my bare
hands make me feel am the
strongest man on earth not
knowing that the great potter
up there is greater than me.
Oh genocide.


how i wish am gone before
you genocide; been treated
like an outcast by my people
make thing worst.
been pursue in the dream
by some creature puting on
the garment of the angel not
having peace in the land of
living or in the dream.
Why oh genocide.