Harrying of the North

Harrying of the North
Safi Mbarushimana

My eyes sore,
The smell of smoke creeping into my room
Mother left last night to build…

I swiftly look outside,
the fields are barren and only a bright red flower sits there

I left,
not knowing where to go,
I saw our former kings head,
hung on a Norman door…

The fields are barren and only a bright red flower sits there

Corpses lay on the field,
The air smelling of salt,
Our food scarce

The fields are barren and only a bright red flower burns there…

 

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