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Red tears fall from slivers in skin No distinction from where the victims been By the time the president went down in flames The Hutu extremists could not be tamed Women were raped No man escaped  
  Africa used to be so pretty So wild, raw, and carefree But one day the white people came Afrikaners and Boers laid their claim   To us, they were strange To them, we were untamed
Machetes hacked away at innocent children, who had no say, Interhamwe defiled mothers because they were told to obey, An idea dug its nails into a country slipping away All the while my nation watched: the good ole U.S.A
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