Lumumba
Tonight when I think of the people
I cannot tear you out like a page
For men and ideas are the struggle
Ideas can only explain our rage.
There should be a Lumumba day
In Africa, wherever the Congo flows
Some vision as foundations stay
Some death are meant alone for heroes.
Those colonial advantage is dying
The blood money looters now cough
Tell me why the Congo is not danccing
Lumumba, I fly you as the flag aloft.
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