This morning mother arose
To thoughts of that April day
Amidst her hills, the memories, they screamed.
And Mother beat upon her chest
For that day when she bled, reeked and cursed
She remembers sunrise quickly calling on sunset
And havoc unspeakable befalling our land that April day
Rwanda remembers today
From her past, she gathers the embers.
From the fire that threw her asunder
Twenty years on, she emerges.
Memories keep her running
To be purged!
To be freed!
From the bondage of genocide,
From that cruel tide, Freed!
This morning, our motherland arises.
Yes. Dust to dust, we all know we shall return
But today, Rwanda chooses to bloom like roses!
She has chosen forgiveness
For she is weary of hate’s madness
Rwanda arises from the slavery of curses!
Curses that tore our land and cast spells
We fix our gaze, this gentle morning,
On the breakthrough at hand, and say:
Behold! A basket once destroyed
Is, before our very eyes, rewoven! Renewed!
Our nation once awoke and found
Human souls thrown to a whirlwind
Evil had a face—
All innocence fled our hills.
Smiles amidst tears
Weapons against prayers
“But all this,” our soil cries, “For just what??”
Plunder? Partition? Power?
Disillusion at its prime!!
Incredulous! We stand still
Stunned by the wretched dreams of disunity
And scorched hopes,
Misguided beliefs and liars loot
Yet, still Rwanda continues the walk
To remember, unite and renew!
One foot forward
One step on
Each year forth is a new beginning
Of a new fate forged
For each new April morning