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    dots Submission Name: Consequencesdots

    Author: Anticlownperson
    ASL Info:    16/f/nowhere land
    Elite Ratio:    3.29 - 248/390/118
    Words: 159
    Class/Type: Poetry/Serious
    Total Views: 1057
    Average Vote:    5.0000
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       Back in May '06, I wrote a poem called Mauti Roho after the Swahili for 'death of the spirit'. Mauti Roho was my first memorial to the more than 800,000 Rwandans who lost their lives in the most vicious and bloody genocide the world has ever seen.

    This is my second memorial to those who lost their lives in the slaughter that lasted for one hundred days, without intervention, and with hardly a second thought from international authorities.

    Rwanda is far from healed, even today. We had a chance to do the right thing and we chose instead to ignore it. Those one hundred days are on our conscience, whether we realise it or not.

    This is for the people or Rwanda.

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    There's blood on our hands
    And we can't wash it clean
    Thousands of souls on our conscience
    Because we couldn't say genocide
    Patricide, matricide, torture and murder
    'No, don't look, turn aside'
    There's blood on our hands
    We let 800 thousand die

    Rebellion or civil war
    Call it what you will
    It won't make a difference
    The fact remains still that we
    Ignored what we'd said
    And ignored the call for peace
    The colour on our hands
    Is the ground running red
    With the blood of the fallen
    There's blood on our hands
    From friend killing friend

    One hundred bloody mornings
    Until the madness reached its' end
    800 thousand on our conscience
    From the help we didn't send
    There's blood on our hands
    And we can't wash it clean
    In '94 there was a slaughter
    And we couldn't spare a thought
    This is for the people of Rwanda
    And the children orphaned there

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      good concerpt, you started out really strong and then kind of let it come apart when trying to complete the ending. the use of words was good, but try to give the ended a little more emphasis
    | Posted on 2008-02-05 00:00:00 | by withouthope | [ Reply to This ]
      Rwanda and now Darfur.
    This is a wonderful piece and makes you wonder why we haven't learned from past genocides.
    | Posted on 2008-02-03 00:00:00 | by Pursuitoflife | [ Reply to This ]
      I thought that this was a great and sad work, but I would like to know more about what it is about.

    | Posted on 2008-02-02 00:00:00 | by Draumrkopa | [ Reply to This ]

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