He was butchered by you.

When I look back now from this high hill of my old age, I can still see the butchered women and children lying heaped and scattered all along the crooked gulch as plain as when I saw them with eyes still young.

One cannot also help but weep for the parents, relatives and communities who were helpless to protect them parents, relatives and tribesmen who may also have, in the process, had parts of their bodies butchered or mutilated in the worst possible way imaginable, many of the raped suffering not only from stigma and isolation, but also forced to birth and nurse the children of their tormentors, the majority infected by HIV AIDS.