Best Congolese Poems

No one is hated more
than he who speaks the truth
- Pluto

as Belgian officers
cut off legs and hands
Of innocent Congolese
from 1885, king Leopold II smiled,
the victims...

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Remember all the Wise Men on their knees upon your yacht?
With orphans on their backs they’d crawled (with others that they’d brought)
Through rubble on the...

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Whoa! My cabinet's 'not diverse enough!'*
This identity stuff is really tough!
  Greeks, Poles, Nepalese
  Turks, Finns, Congolese
You do it, Kamala ~ You're no...

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In the Congolese Jungle three men are training for a mission.
They train to detain and disarm poachers.
They hope this will be the conclusion of their...

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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,...

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On the point of mountain Kilimanjaro with my paints, pencils, rulers and brushes  looking at the entire Africa. Many pictures of more than fifteen...

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Congolese Dreams: 

Yesterday, I cried.


Yesterday, I cried for the lies I told.
I cried for the pain I caused my mother and her nursing hands.
I cried...

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Dimed hope and shaded minds coloured by the blood washed from the street
Corners where our children carelessly play.
Broken bones and shattered dreams no sunny days...

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Where is humanity? 
as Congolese players,
stuffs and fanatics 
were about to sing
their national anthem 
at Afcon tournament,
they put their right hands 
on their mouths
to express...

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As Alfonso II Warally 
Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris 
A servant of Yahweh 
God on earth. 
Serving people, 
I call it 
"Duty."

Praying for people 
I call it...

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Where houses sing and dance 

Come to my city and see
Houses sing and dance in festivals
Buildings dance Ndobolo*, twisty 
Bumping in style and singing reggae
Clapping...

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Heroes,  
To some people a killer can be called Hero
To other people a defender of their rights is called Hero. 
There are many untold...

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I have a destiny,
That most of you look down on,
As being poor and backward.
That many desire to change and have me assimilated,
But I'm surely destined...

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If I say 
"they cut hands and legs 
of millions innocent congolese." 
It is the truth
Which can not  be hidden under the  earth. 
Why...

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Night creeps over the liberated country.
Silhouettes push dark and fathomless cells,
and with contorted faces
of political conspirators
are scattered
into the darkest hues imaginable,
concealed from each other,
each with...

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