Rwanda 1994 vs. John 13:35

They lined them up
At the river's edge
So as each was shot,
He might fall over the ledge.

A massacre
So discreet -
Orderly murder
And the clean-up neat.

Never mind the screams or the pain or the terror or the loss,
Or God.

As each bullet
Came one chest closer
A man
Got a thought in mind.
He flung himself back,
Down into the river
Where the water
Was already cryin'.

The slaughterers
Must have thought him dead
With tied limbs,
He could hardly swim.
I imagine
He was praying hard
To the God
He put his trust in.

The man was washed,
Like a log downstream
But landed 'live
Along shore.
Injured, he struggled
Into a village
Would they help
Or just hurt him more?

Did angels lead
One to another?
Of this,
I wouldn't be surprised.
For to the man
Came a spiritual brother
Who loved him and Jah
More than "tribe."

The godly man
Took him in,
Helped his brother
Back on his feet.
Hopefully
His neighbors learned a lesson
Of TRUE
Christianity.

Days, they passed,
The man felt better,
Thanked his brother,
And said goodbye.
He carefully walked back
To his own village
His neighbors
Could not believe their eyes!

Where have you come from,
Fellow Tutsi?
We thought you were dead
Like the others?!

He said:
I might have been,
But thanks to Jehovah
I was in the home

Of my Hutu BROTHER.