"Keep quiet and the enemy
will reveal himself."
Bangambiki Habyarimana
Possessions were lost and I was penniless.
I wandered across your field, stumbling as I went.
I heard you yell, but my throat was dry,
and my voice had left me long ago.
"Stop or I'll shoot!" came the words in the night.
I knew if I would stop, I would fall over dead.
You fired your gun, and I fell over dead.
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