Ours is a country older than most That lay at the naval of a continent at best And sat at the epicenter of a colonial past But stands at the helm of poignancy abreast. -- She is among the rest unsettled by her past Wrought by lust descending from the west As she was raped by a novice at the worst One really unworthy and unwise of a cast! -- Amongst her peers, she suffers shame than most From the pathetic legacy painted by the worst And currently fights to regain her posture After losing grace to a wrestler from the west. -- Ours is a country angrier than most She has no apologies as owed by the rest When she mourns her offsprings laid to rest And you can only help but not yelp at best. -- Ours is a country aggrieved than most Ready to lay wreath to sins of her part As she has learnt hard lessons of the past But games best if swords are drawn fast! -- Yet-Ours is a country warmer than most Visited by the suns and moons at the post Straddling ridges and breezes from coasts And her fortunes are coming in at a gallop! The poet is a retired senior Rwanda Defence Force (RDF) officer.
