Rwanda

Rwanda, I see your hurt
Rwanda, I smell the corpses in the dirt
your voice of a thousand angels cry out
"Lord help us" but we doubt
How can the suffering be greater?
We need help now, not later.
For what good will our bodies do
if they are left in the streets cold and blue
Rwanda, your children are dying
Rwanda, in the streets there are thousands lying
we wait for relief, we pray to be free
from this genocide that you will never see
I know we are a world away
but the least you can do for us is pray.