To witness, to hear
To release a tear
From safe havens far
Of a genocide scar
Reports incoming
Of random machine gunning
Pictures of a land
Where children once ran
Coloured landscapes
Where refuges escape
Fear in their eyes
Pain in their cries
Atrocities, murder
A sister, a mother
Humanity no more
Blood soaks the floor
Bodies abused
Bullets and bruised
I cry a while
The victim a child
Stories emerge
Of an evil scourge
Mass rapes, they said
Mass graves of dead
A plea they plead
For madness to cease
The world to listen
At the painful vision
Conscience fled
As innocence bled
Hatred spread
Through politics fed
To witness to hear
To realise fear
When stories break
Of genocide’s wake.