Issue Six Issue6 - TheZoom Magazine | Page 7

My April Schedule My April schedule was in storm My April schedule was only screams My April schedule was full of pain My April schedule wasn’t a dream My April schedule wasn’t a scribble. My April schedule wasn’t forged My April schedule was my own My April schedule wasn’t a stanza My April schedule wasn’t my pleasure My April schedule was upsetting. I saw days getting red I saw blood streaming ahead I saw mom standing but soon a dead We’ve been chased more than a decade But yet it wasn’t the end. I saw Rwandans divided Like they never been united But yet Rwanda wasn’t my pride. What I heard was weird What I heard was extremely weird I heard the screams all over the country I heard killers singing proudly I heard babies crying hungry I heard them killers mocking hardly. I saw the days no longer brightly But I wonder wasn’t your work so drudgery? I remember them killing bravely And celebrated like it was a pageantry. Enough is enough, What I heard and what I saw is enough Enough is enough. I don’t wanna face that pain again That’s why I yell never again Never again, never again But never again couldn’t be Only a saying, but a way of living as Rwandans. Never again - Manzi Le Poète