
In 1994, I watched the events of the genocide perpetrated against the Tutsi in Rwanda unfold from my living room in Toronto, Canada. I felt distant from the crisis, insulated, safe, and powerless. At the same time, I was in anguish that people could kill other people, especially those whom they previously called friend. Within one hundred days, 800,000 lives were lost. It seems to me that they were a preventable loss, if the world truly valued those lives. While a poem is such an inadequate response to the depth of that loss, I was honoured to share it at genocide commemoration events in Canada and Rwanda. Later, some Rwandans requested a third verse to recognise the progress that has been made towards peace. I added one, below.
How many days
does it take
to cry
one
tear
for
one child
one grandfather
one teacher
one sister
one mother
one elder
one father
one brother
one lover
one friend
Dead.
Killed.
In Rwanda.
How many tears?
How many years?
Cry
Cry for me, Rwanda
I was here.
I was safe.
I’m so ashamed
Ashamed some people count you worthless
You are not worthless.
You are loved.
No number of tears
streams
rivers
fountains
can wash away the blood
on these hands
which failed to help
Cry
I cry for you, Rwanda
So much suffering, unspeakable pain
I close my eyes and see the bodies
I read your stories and cry again
Five hundred and fifty-five
That’s the number of days it takes
to mourn each death
with one minute of tears
Share a moment of remembrance with me now
Mourn deeply
the ones who died
the ones who killed
the ones who can’t forget
I pray to God you can forgive
I pray to God you will have dreamless sleeps
Cry
Cry for peace, Rwanda
Let justice flow down like rivers
And peace like everlasting streams
We will never forget the lost ones, the lost years
But we will never be enslaved to them again
Proclaim it aloud –
all are equal
Sisters and brothers in one family
Let every life be precious
Let every one be loved
May you know that you are priceless
May you grow into an abundance of love
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