Rwanda by Abayomi Habib

I remember the rwanda war memories,                         
With drums of war in my ears,.                       
 How many years will I walk like a ghost of the night with dance of blood in my ears,.              
 And the circle of wounds make me famished when dancing,.      
As a dead man  walking on the road to war,.          
Will I die in the morning with bloodshed,.           
After many years of lost hope,.                     
 And I become a dancing house with skeletons of war in the street,.                                                                       Kill human being like ant's and bury them alive,.                         
That is our dance of blood in monbasa brothel house.
How many years will I walk in the shadow of war when all hope is gone,
As I walk like a ghost of the land of the prostitute of the night,
And the circle of death keep haunting me like a shadow of the dead,
Rest in peace with the dead.

Written by Abayomi Habib,Nobel laurate