Even though termed sacred,
It turned out to be a shrine of hatred.
Suddenly, the dead lay in silence,
Innocence calls for justice as the nation cries for peace.
The birds sing, the winds blow, But the dead never show or glow
For they are entangled in a how and bow
From the pain of the killer’s paw
As the faithful stood and saw
No one to remove them from the claw.
Lived in the same world with no pity
Laughed in the same village and city
But nature has taken away
And the respect of dignity
The beauty of human sanctity.
In Ntarama the dead lay in silence
The future haunts the past that may last
Though we long to move ahead fast
Yet the present begs for forgiveness
The silent dead smile but yet cry
Trapped in a haven of human destruction
Destroying the love and unity of a nation.
In Ntarama, there winds of faith that calls for love
The faith that the silent once trusted
And yet betrayed them and molested
Suspicion and mistrust created
But the dead will still smile yet cry.
In Ntarama, can see them kneel and pray
About the passing away of a dark yesterday
And the dawning of a new and special day
As they press on in every way
On this beautiful amahoro highway
As they live in a gladly way
There stands YOU A ray of hope as children smile,
In a fascinating style
And this we need to apply
Beautiful voices of today and tomorrow
And the end of painful sorrow
May the silent souls of NTARAMA Rest In Peace.
Ntarama Church: A Poem by Hope Azeda & George Shyimanyura Written on 15-08-08
