Genocide

The people are dying.

The bodies are flying.


They look around, and see a puddle made from the blood that was bled.

Bodies in sight, they call for the med.


Gunfire is heard in the distance.

Citizens are dead in just an instant.


The tutsi’s hid in cathedrals, hotels, and houses.

The hutu’s army fought not leaving alive a single mouse.


Just upon the entrance of the UN,

We have already lost too many men.

People are crying.

People are dieing.