Kalinga Kalinga

Kalinga- linga

A daughter of revolution fed on rich political nutrition 
With a smile bandaging scars of the streets and falsehood by political demons 
Fingers burnt in pseudo democratic pans of West, what a political humor 
I see you smelling love through the thick dew of corruption and robots 
True heroes and heroines swallowed up in the deep silence of chingwere and uzambwera* 
Leopold hill shadows faking dances to the throbbing rhythms of vumbuza drums 
Kalinga- linga- your rising sun will soon spread the beauty of its fingers in the skies of Afrika 
 

*Cemeteries of the poor (Translator's note) 
 


  
  
  
  
Kalinga- linga
Eine Tochter der Revolution, gefüttert mit reicher politischer Nahrung 
Mit einem Lächeln verbindet sie Narben der Straßen und Falschheit politischer Dämonen  
Finger verbrannt in pseudodemokratischen Pfannen des Westens, welch politischer Humor 
Ich sehe dich Liebe riechen durch den dicken Tau von Korruption und Robotern 
Wahre Helden und Heldinnen verschluckt in der tiefen Stille von chingwere und uzambwera* 
Leopold-Hill-Schatten täuschen Tänze vor zu den dröhnenden Rhythmen der vumbuza Trommeln 
Kalinga-linga – deine aufsteigende Sonne wird bald die Schönheit ihrer Strahlen verbreiten  in den Himmeln Afrikas  
 

* Friedhöfe der Armen
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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