“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