BURUNDI, WHY?

Burundi, you are caught in a trap

And only you can free yourself

Bujumburam is choked by her own tears

The blood Of Evariste splashes across sorghum fields

The spirit voice of Kayenda is strangled at dawn

By those who once were friends

Gishora panics

Abatimbos fear

Burundi, you have killed Nkezabahizi the cameraman

And spared not his wife Niyonzima and children to carry on his voice

Burundi, you tied sand to your son’s testicles

And burned his buttocks in acid

Burundi, you already crossed your red sea

Then why? For once the Israelites did cross

Where is Nkurunziza of our past decade?

Nkurunziza the christian

Burundi

Burundi

Burundi

Burundi, the garment you wear is white Saltire

Yet Africa mourns your nakedness.

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