BORN DEAD

BORN DEAD
Born black blood shed,
Weeping voices heard
From the arms of the holder,
Pains of love smashed their hearts
Hearts wept but none cared.

They fought and quarreled,
My eyes ran into my feet
Scared and exasperated,
Saddened by the wrath of the beasts.

Raised in the battle of angry lions,
Taught forgiveness is to execute
Lost myself and died young
The kinship meant nothing.

The love of the mother
Have I never seen,
Hidden in the darkness
The kinship meant nothing.

Human but no humanity,
Alive but died mysteriously
Traumatized with no future
Wish were I born dead.

Written by Philemon MUNEZERO