A Million Coffins Poem by Stephanie Apila
A Million Coffins
Like the Rwanda genocide,
The Lord's Resistance Army arose
In to the picture immersed in blood
Masses went down like insects,
In clusters like flies confused by insecticide.
Grave diggers worked towards chest pain
Mourning was set for better days
People were on the run and that could wait,
The breathing were better safer from
Slaughter of men without remorse.
STEPHANIE APILA
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