Land was red with blood <br />Tears flowed like a flood <br />Life shadowed with fear <br />With sorrow very deep <br />Cause it was taken away <br />As something very cheap <br />Trust was long gone <br />Gave its way for differences <br />In the time of hatred <br />In those hundred days <br /> <br />As if they do not share <br />From same land the same face <br />Millions went away <br />In those hundred days <br /> <br />What good are conferences? <br />What good is human right? <br />After they are all gone <br />By deep rooted spite <br /> <br />Whose story is it? <br />Those, to stop it who failed <br />Or those who orchestrate <br />Or those who kept quiet <br />Wanting the scene probably <br />To be part of the world history <br />Or those who perished <br /> <br />To live as united being unable <br />What was done was done <br />In the month of April <br />There in Rwanda…<br /><br />Fasika Ayalew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/100-days/
