Scared and struggling

are the sad truths of a striving nation,

Whose subjects are barely surviving

from one another.

Screams of the suffering are calling out for a saviour

As soldiers push for unfair order.

Spilling unnecessary blood and spreading the sickness of corruption,

The people try to escape until the violence subsides and the superior give up

so that they can return home

only to suffer the same attack a second time.

With broken souls, battle scars, and burns from where the fire got too close,

The surviving shield themselves in homes of sticks and clay

Speaking softly, "Imana ikurinde" -

May God protect you.