Mayhem in May

In the terror of the Third,
They waged a war in her heart.
May has blood on her hands,
Kerosene and fire to burn my roots.
She came for me but I didn't run,
I've got a child and a land to defend.

In the heart of the unsafe city,
I could not hide my tribal blood.
My vulnerable body being hunted, by
Thirsty mobs in black:
They chased away my freedom,
They burnt my home
They bombed the House of God.
I saw a father beaten to death,
And a son who had to watch him die.
I saw a daughter given away to men,
By women her mother's age.
I saw everything in May,
She has blood on her hands.

You there, bearing black and weapons.
I'd be ashamed to stoop this low:
A machinery of the State,
A mind without a light,
A body without a heart,
I dare you to write a poem
With the blood of innocent women.

You there, defender of the Hills.
Body and soul covered in Grace,
Keep your humanity intact,
And your bloodline of insane courage.
He is still the Commander:
The Lord of your ancestors.

The Hills too has a voice,
I'm digging my roots everyday.
May still has blood on her hands,
May June give birth to a free state.