As we stood at the top of the western hill We watched the damn Butterflies invade There were painted in different colors All looking beautiful But that was just for a season So little and yet so enough But that passed with the winds In the morning more and more came They over flowed in our community Haboured in our houses It wasn’t long when them in a foreign land Turned us into foreigners Made us foreigners in our own states The smiles that they brought Turned into the tears of our hearts The bright colours deemed the Nimble of our joy Now we can feel them running our emotions Guiding us on how to sneeze They flap their wings in our brains each morning we try to reach them, to get rid of them Their shadows that made you laugh Are the shadows that make them cry now They are not the beautiful batterflies we used to know The sweet little visitor we let into our Living rooms Is now the monster at the centre of our nightmare Angel Phionah Ampurire is a law student at the University of Rwanda
