“Kanguka mwana wanjye”

Kanguka mwana wanjye

Kanguka mwana wanjye

Step away from your dreams.

Torched woods are coming your way.

wake up and run my child.

Flee child!

Kanguka mwana wanjye

The devil in form is approaching.”

Once upon a country

Rwanda!

A kingdom that was divided.

They wore a broken crown of unity.

The many Hutus and the little Tutsi.

Of which the little ruled many.

They separated each other according to their riches.

Yet in a pond, they had the same reflection.

Blinded by Germany

Rwanda was fed a seed of deception.

And drowned in a pool of pride.

Then they were infected.

With a disease of superior and inferior

They abandoned their brotherhood.

And despised each other.

The Tutsi.

Were fed more lies by Belgium.

He divided them more.

And contaminated them more.

So a silent war broke out.

And the hearts of the two clans.

Were forever shackled in hatred.

Even after they became independent.

They still remained enemies.

For the Hutus, they seek vengeance.

“Kanguka mwana wanjye

Kanguka mwana wanjye

Kanguka mwana wanjye

Belgium ran away and left you behind.

They are coming.

Wake up, child! They are coming.

Their machetes are strained in blood

To cut down the tall trees

They desire to lay your body on the ground

So, they walk upon them and elevate their pride.

Their blind hate has made them heartless.

The kill in the name of Cleansing

My child, you never chose to be in this clan.

But run! 

Kanguka mwana wanjye

They will water the land with your blood.”

Rwanda!

Early at first light

A grandmother whispered to her child.

“Urupfu rwaje!

Do not hide as one.

Less be that only a few are slaughtered.”

Yes, in Rwanda.

Ageless babies were fed to dogs

They screamed and cried.

But tears meant nothing.

Those who killed. sat and reminisced.

How they chopped their heads and how they raped mothers

Taking pride in mercilessly murdering their own

Children looked as, 

Their own families were slaughtered by their own

And no one helped.

for a 100 days