Those we never spoke of


The moon shines brightly above me amid a dark blue bliss
I view those we speak politely of...see...I never knew this
Apparently we're diverse but in the dark we're all the same
Maybe it's due to this curse that I dare not to say his name
For he now belongs to the others, the Belgians told us so
Even though we were like brothers, the honors he'd bestow
Hutu or Tutsi...I don't care because he is a friend, my blood
When we walk hand in hand, they stare, giving a hatred flood
We play side by side, doing what every other child would do
We view bright eyed to the world around us, paint sky blue
Keep rolling in the dirt; chase each other through an old town
Smile with ripped shirt but suddenly it's turned upside down
Into a frown as we hear steps...the soldiers now approach


"Look who it is here, I think we got ourselves a cockroach"

Shivers sent down our spine, terrified they’ll take him away
“Don’t steal this friend of mine”, I scream…
…I still do to this day…


Those we never spoke of were still this close, to my heart
He was the enemy…I would’ve never chosen for us to part
Because to me, he was my soulmate, my partner in crime
I guess I could not change his fate, if it’s time it’s his time
The promise I did keep though, he asked me to protect her
“My sister will need a bro”, he told me, it was handled for
But who would’ve expected it to grow into something more
I couldn’t have suspected her to be my support, stable floor
Today, I still see my friend inside his sister’s satiric eyes
In the very beginning, it was difficult to keep away from lies
But later, I saw beyond the disguise and saw her as whole
I may be a Hutu in reality, but I feel like a Tutsi in my soul
‘Cause I love them to fatality, they are these true leaders
But no one believes me, not even western press readers
I tried to sell my story, to let my brother in law live on now
But they think I want glory when I just wanna keep my vow
To these ones that we never spoke of, the enemy of us all
Yet they are the ones that kept me above, never let me fall
Own people wanted my demise, enemies caused my rise
As I look from the skies to my wife, I notice that she cries
So I ask her why she feels this uncontrollable urge to cry
And she answers me:


I love you but you are not mine.
You belong to them.
I’ll always be the one you never spoke of


As she looks over thousand graves, tears roll down cheeks
They were nothing but nameless slaves, she now shrieks
I guess it is too much for her to come back to this place
Where her people suffered, the area just breathes disgrace
I forget what she said just now and drag her into my arms
She did not mean her words but the painful memory harms
She may be part of those we never spoke of but I have love
Love needs no vocal affirmation at all so why speak thereof?

Authentik Intelligence





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