Words haunt me
Ghosts are pleased
To stand in words’ apparels
Beauty, ugliness,
All in their custody
Sometimes a weapon of warfare
Often not soothing
Mother weeps over in words
In youth and old age
My sweet one!
Oh! My hell of a one!
Oh! Father killer!
Libido has no place in them
Sufferings of the universal order
Not only in Rwanda or Somalia
Everywhere words kill others
Especially the most loved ones
So I keep mum.