Poem in Memory of the Rwandan Genocide

Where was God on those days defined by maniacal violence?

            I was being slaughtered by my neighbor

The political words of humans give false meaning to the worth of the death of a human

            War Genocide Murder Eradication Conquest

Dead is Dead

            Mourning is Mourning

Blessed are those who mourn the Savior said so many years ago

            But those words ring eternal today

The Savior Lives and so do the memories forever etched in the brains of the victims

            Victims of a people gone mad with the taste of blood

            Victims of an army gone mad with the taste of power

            All victims yearning that somewhere in the sea of death would be life

Lies do not bring life

            Lies are death - Lies are Babylon

Cry Weep Wail

            A voice is heard in Ramah – Rachel still weeps for her children

            Will she ever know solace? Will she ever know justice? Will she ever know peace?

Sing Songs of Praise

            These bones will live again

            They will join together to form a new body – a new hope

Resist the evil that is among us

            Do not give it power – Do not give it authority

Tell the truth

            Or the Truth will tell itself

Our God will not be mocked said the prophets of old

            Our God will not be mocked say the prophets of today