Best Congo Poems
I am woman …
WOMAN
Of Congo,
Chewed,
Spat out,
And bestowed with straw basket
To fetch water.
You set upon us
Wild dogs,
Stretching our legs wide,
Ripping out our genitals and dignity
To nurse your children’s
Craving.
‘fore you design gods;
Ones who create dolts,
Small-minded folks,
And feast on minerals –
Congo was a lady
And I … I am
WOMAN,
Strong black woman.
I bought some views
On black market;
They are rare commodities,
Sat down with glass of nsamba
on the rocks
And seriously contemplate …
It is hard to buy
Black market stuff;
We are set up
To think
East is inferior to west,
Barring them Europeans
Who broke their necks
To dwell in Canaan.
One thing is for sure,
They alleged a better name
And substitute
The ones we were given;
Those with implications.
Oh, what things we see
When we start looking
From our own eyes.
I am WOMAN …
Woman alone
And taken against my desire,
Ravished by the corporations;
The gods who create your children
I am WOMAN,
Woman from Congo.
Bonobos are listed as, endangered
and mirror Chimpanzees, with 98.7% of human DNA
They are found in forests, south of the Congo river
and are sometimes called, a pygmy Chimpanzee
Bonobos are smaller, leaner and darker than Chimpanzees
and their society, is a little different to their cousins
Their groups are led by females, that are easier to please
with keeping relationships, that solve issues with antitoxins
If two groups of Bonobos, come together in the forest
you can expect them to engage, into one hell of a fight
Bonobos have a low reproductive rate, and that’s not great
so we, their ancestry prime mates, need to save their plight
Humans hunt them to eat, and trade them as bushmeat
and humans keep them as pets, and sell them for medicine
There is a greed for money, for poaching and deforestation
which leads to civil unrest, with the human overpopulation
Cobalt and copper from the Congo jungle
Light verdant ferns that were antifungal
Watusi tribe lost cobalt in a bungle
Thus, we all left the steamy Congo jungle
You say you care about people black and brown,
And victims of war in every Gazan town.
But I doubt your heart, here’s why I think it a trend,
For so many downtrodden you're no friend.
Slavery in the U.S., no one denies,
But 50 million slaves worldwide, can you help them rise?
Black kids shot in Sudan, en-masse.
Are you setting up encampments for them on the grass?
Millions met death in Congo; did you know?
Killed by other blacks, in what TikTok does it show?
Did you march for Christians, cut down by the score?
Slaughtered in Nigeria, where Jihadis wage war?
When Russian jets bombed hospitals, it worked quite well.
Their allies run Syria, blew their enemies to hell.
Did you march when 7 million Syrians had to flee?
You didn't know this happened - are you blind? Can you see?
Did you march for Uighurs, stamped out like a flame?
Are you silent for Tibetans, did you chant, did you name?
Remember Vietnam, boat people who drowned,
Activists then fell silent, as if underground.
Where was the care, where were the cries?
Where were the marchers with tears in their eyes?
Do you examine the roots of the cause of the day,
Are your cause and motives as pure as you say?
Do you really know the world as it is?
Can you pass the real genocide quiz?
Is it about justice, or all about you?
The rest of us suspect that you don't have a clue!
I speak—not from a podium or palace,
But from the soil, soaked in blood and silence.
From beneath the green womb of the Congo,
Where my bones lie broken—but not my spirit.
You—who call yourselves the civilised,
The democratic, the free—
What freedom do you preach
While your machines chew through the bones of my children?
I see your flags in the forests I once walked.
America, China, Russia, Europe—
Not one came with compassion.
Only claws cloaked in contracts,
Only teeth behind smiles.
You call it cobalt. I call it death.
You call it coltan. I call it blood.
The glow of your iPhones is lit by the
Eyes of children who will never see school.
Where are your human rights, your justice,
Your pacts, your peace?
You only remember us
When our minerals fill your vaults.
I warned you when I still breathed,
That Congo was not a charity chest
Nor a field for your greed.
But you answered with bullets,
With daggers in the night.
I fell. So did Kabila.
And yet still you come.
As if the heart of Congo were yours to harvest,
As if God gave you license to steal.
You feed rebels with diamonds,
Trade arms for silence.
You dress your wars in diplomacy,
But we know your masks.
And to the silent ones—
To those who sip coffee and scroll,
While my people drown in blood—
You are not innocent.
You are watchers at the edge of a burning house,
Too busy to pour water.
But hear me, from the belly of the grave—
There is no night
So long that it escapes the dawn.
The drums will beat again in Congo.
The rivers will sing our names in freedom.
To my people, I say:
Do not forget who you are.
You are not dust for boots.
You are the heartbeat of the earth.
And to the thieves, I say:
The soil remembers.
The wind carries every cry.
The day is coming—
When the stolen will be reclaimed,
And justice will no longer be whispered
But roared.
Congo
The big country
In central Africa
With more minerals resources
On Earth.
Most often she was sisu, and otimistic.
He didn't want to understand her confusion
it caused him to lack confidence
Fickle minded and full of
optimism he wanted her to get to the part
of her decision making process where
she would be full of regret and sorry for
not making the deal. Being fair he saw her frustration
and knew what she meant by not believing
something would coor could come along
and unravel the affordability of the
Magincent object.
Then elucidation made clear what was to be done
clear minded and full of confidence she made
the decision to acquire.
Cacophonous sounds are often the fusses
of complication:where all functioning factors
aren't assigned their roles.
She was amazingly impressed. They sought equipment
to go into full production.
Knowing no demographic could measure their
doings , and only the first sales to the time of measurement
could predict the pace and scope that details
their companies exsistance.