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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.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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