Whispers In The Breeze by Amergin
(originally posted in the thread "Homage To A Broken Man")

He sat within Kigali town
His heart was being torn
For his reports of coming genocide
His superiors they had scorned
With callous uncaring hearts
They ignored his pleas
While soft the voices came to him
A whisperin' in the breeze

'Twas hard the woeful sights to see
Of his men dying all around
But harder still to bear the shame
Of the UN chains around
And so he cried to an angry god
"Oh, please stop this mad disease"
As he heard the cries of his dying men
A whisperin' in the breeze

While sad he heard the phones go dead
The lines all soaked in blood
Children heads rolled down the street
Carried in a crimson flood
The machete blades gleamed with red
As his soul began to freeze
800,000 Tutsis cried
A whisperin' in the breeze

The UN bastards they turned their backs
Upon this sad heroic man
They said it was his lone fault
The massacres did begin
Eventually he cleared his name
But his mind was not appeased
800,000 Tutsis cry
A whisperin' in the breeze

He was found in a park in Hull
With a bottle in his hand
Drenched from his liquid meds
This once glorious man
He drinks the liquor everyday
His broken mind to appease
And to deaden the ghostly Tutsis cry
A whisperin' in the breeze