Congo Poems - Poems about Congo

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Congo The big country In central Africa With more minerals resources On Earth....

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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,...

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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,...

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