Rwanda and her people
A poem written after visiting a genocide site in Rwanda July 2013 I saw the damage where the door had been blown open,I saw the shrapnel where the grenades left their mark,I saw the piles, so many piles of clothes,I saw the bloodstains, and the dust and rubble, I saw the flowers left to remember loved ones,I saw the resting places of thousands of people,I saw the rows and rows of broken skulls,I saw the mounds and piles of bones,I saw …