Alfonso II Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris Poet Narrative

Wake Up Call

WAKE UP CALL

Wake up Congolese, wake up
It is morning, the sun arises from the east 
Open your eyes and wake up. 
I am Kongolo Congo, born near the River Congo
Grew up in Congo Uvira, using the Congo franc  
Now I am a Refugee in South Africa.

Wake up Congolese, wake up
Yesterday Congo was the private garden of the Belgium King,
It became the province of Belgium;
It became the land of Congolese. 
Today it seems as the plantation of a Congolese leader with his overseers. 
Think of the future faithful leaders, oh! Congolese.
 
Wake up Congolese, wake up 
Congo is very rich than Belgium but Congolese are too poor  
Congo is the ground of the wars because of spurious politic 
Congo is belatedly because of the hypocrite and selfish leaders
Congolese starve to death while walking on the golds, diamonds, and cobalt.
Congolese die poor while sailing on the gas and petrol.   

Wake up Congolese, wake up
Congo is the middle and motor of Africa  
African leaders do you focus on Congo 
Congo made Belgium beautiful place 
Congo can make New Africa City than New York City
Congo is like the heart of hearts.

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