Rwanda
Red tears fall from slivers in skin
No distinction from where the victims been
By the time the president went down in flames
The Hutu extremists could not be tamed
Women were raped
No man escaped
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.