When the day striped
Herself of her vest
It was terrible
The iron stones
Of the night were horrible:
Eyes gazed through windows
Shivering people transfixed at doors
Bewildered minds rose to analysis
The shooting of the stones
Recapped the listening minds
The conviction that overthrew
All the listening walls was noisy
Yet nothing was heard
Except sounds of flying iron stones

In the mindful hearts
Of many towns people
…the world is come to an end?

This world you have to halt!
And with heartless shooters
What a September
What a second week of September
What a midnight at an eleventh day
What a moment of heartless shooting
What a fulfillment of the forecast
And of the man who saw tomorrow.

By: Sunday A. Igbikiberebima