God Sleeps In Rwanda Poem by Thabitha Marakalala

God sleeps in Rwanda

The sun beats down
Unto a parched land
Cracked and broken
In its own tears it drowns
It's grief remains unspoken

The land is painted red with blood
Bleating spirits swallow the land like floods
Cold darkness Coates the air
Such pain even the moon Cant bear

My brother's corpse lies on the open field headless
His younger siblings witness The brutality
Now they know the devil is truly heartless
My father's corpse scattered the land
Like seeds spread by a farmer's hand
In stillness the earth stands
As prayers don't make to his throne
God sleeps in Rwanda

Can you imagine the cries of the little ones
Shouting mama
Screaming papa
Their tears pierces the sun
Can you imagine the cries of that young girl while brutality gobbles her virginity
Pleading for mercy
Her soul drowns in murky
Captured and then tortured
The earth scorches as she is being slaughtered
The wind carries her tears in silence
Heaven sleeps in Rwanda

Mothers of the land
Stare at the sky in strand
Ordered to be tortured
Raped and scrapped
They bleed from within
Heaven to you see them?
Heaven do you hear them?
Their little ones are hanged
Loved ones butchered and banged
In deep sorrows they are damned

For those who survived
Life is a nightmare
As the scars still remain
no number of moons can heal the pain
They breath in fear
As the sun still wipes its tears
It's so hard to forget
That hell once made it their way
Once upon a time God slept
while Rwanda was visited by hell...

Tbt-M