Such a long time ago and yet to memory it feels like yesterday
With extreme efforts bodies were concealed, for their stories to never be told
And yet it seems we can’t help but dig in the present
Our united front sings that there is still more to find
To each other, we whisper of those faces that left us too soon
For in a hundred days each household lost a next of kin
As young ones we wonder why our elders sweat to fight a war that ended
For our eyes never saw the bloodshed
For a handshake is just cordial
And yet in our folktales we are told that the mind can never be won over
That our battle is to change the narrative
To be brutal in stamping the truth
For our fathers saw
And spent a lifetime telling
We got told that our differences should pit us against each other
And we forgot our genesis that told of a great Rwanda
Such a price to pay even to those born after
As the journey unfolds, we witness the mend
Of the forgiveness we extended
And heroism of those that can hit back and still choose to pat a shoulder
To look at each other like old friends, for we could never win as foes
To this day we are still unearthing graves that could never be marked
And with final peace we give them, there comes a certainty that we triumphed
Our history was tainted, and yet we became painters of a vision of joy
There is still hurt of what could have been, and wounds of what could never be reversed
But we thrive to let go of a past that should never repeated
To fight for a future that will echo
BY UBB
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