I glance up to see men, machete in hand, hacking away at children. I continue to chew. I glance up to see men, machete in hand, hacking away at women. Lifeless forms lie rotting in the streets. Stray dogs feast on the abundance of human carrion.
Bloated bodies float passively in the slow moving river's current.
At times I would shed tears while chewing. Five to eight hundred thousand human beings slaughtered. I am a living, eating witness. A mask of terror and bewilderment covered the faces of thousands, upon thousands as they fled their once peaceful existence. Perhaps a lack of identity with these poor unfortunate people, is the reason there was so little intervention on our part.