1994
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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
