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Chanda Katonga Poem
The Children of Gaza are heroes in front of the world,
Helpless and ignored, starved to death but hopeful.
Enveloped in mass brutality and unbridled cruelty.
Their grandparents , mothers and fathers have been killed.
The Children of Gaza, so adored and dear, Confiscated of their humanity, their childhood stolen away ruthlessly.
The Children of Gaza, their future lost and destroyed,
Is this the world they dreamed..?
Dreams are unfulfilled, thoughts and ideas forever gone in deep sorrow.
In this unreasonable tragic drama, no justification is to be found....!!!!
Yet,the world cries for you. And you shall survive and thrive.
By Chanda Katonga.
Copyright © Chanda Katonga | Year Posted 2024
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You wear a crown forged in centuries of silence,
Not of gold, but of tears—each gem a wound,
Each jewel a stolen breath from lands unnamed.
The sun never set on your empire, Charles,
But neither did its shadow.
At seventy-three, you ascend a throne
Built on the backs of broken nations.
Malawi mourns not your reign, but its own hunger.
India remembers not your coronation, but its famine.
Africa, a continent whose blood was turned to diamonds,
Watches as you sit atop its bones, polished and silent.
How do you sleep in palaces older than justice?
With tapestries woven in denial,
And wine poured from the vineyards of suffering?
You speak of duty and devotion,
Yet your people starve under the illusion of unity.
The Commonwealth—what a beautiful lie.
A brotherhood of beggars before the banquet of kings.
You, heir not of wisdom, but of conquest.
Beneficiary of crimes so old they have become invisible.
You inherited the silence of the looted,
The riches built on the rupture of every sacred soil.
Where are your solutions, Charles?
Not in the silk of your robes,
Not in the gold leaf of your signatures.
The world cries out and you respond with ceremony.
You nod while oceans rise and children die in their sleep.
The kingdom is an echo chamber now.
Its walls grow thinner with every truth told.
The time of kings is passing—fast, fierce, final.
And your name will be carved not into stone,
But into the conscience of a world that woke too late.
Go, if you have mercy,
To the corners of your kingdom and kneel.
Not to be worshipped, but to weep.
Return what was stolen—not for glory, but for grace.
Because when the people rise—and they will—
History will remember not your title,
But your silence.
- A Voice from the Voiceless=
Copyright © Chanda Katonga | Year Posted 2025
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I wore no uniform—
just silence and suits.
A ghost in global rooms,
a whisper behind the curtain.
I was a civilian,
but my job was war.
They called it "analysis,"
but what I did was study souls.
The psychology of power—
Presidents, rebels, kings.
We knew their childhoods,
their fears,
their fault lines.
I was trained to see through smiles.
To know,
from a handshake,
what could break a man.
Africa.
We watched it like a hawk.
A map of minerals,
and men we could move like pawns.
We flew them to Washington,
dinners and flags,
and while they smiled for cameras,
we read their eyes,
filed their secrets,
decoded their pride.
Every trip—
a trap.
Every handshake—
a scan.
Instability was our most valuable currency.
If a leader dreamed too loud,
if a nation dared to rise,
we lit fires in its shadows.
We funded chaos,
armed ghosts,
named them rebels.
Terror was not born—it was designed.
I have walked through cities burning from our whispers.
I have read reports
on coups we engineered
like boardroom mergers.
We called it "foreign policy."
But it was a slow, brutal theft—
of futures, of hope, of sovereignty.
No country escapes us
without scars.
Only the strong,
the truly awake,
can untangle our web.
I was just a civilian,
but I held nations in my briefcase.
And now I see:
Power without soul
is the truest form of evil.
Copyright © Chanda Katonga | Year Posted 2025
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Wisdom came from the East, not the west. Who will give the West a cup of wisdom, maybe the East?
The West had a great opportunity to change the world and make it a better place, but pride and pomposity got in the way.
Western hypocrisy is a source of social disharmony in the world. They preach peace, but they create chaos. They preach democracy but they promote tyranny.
They say they are democratic but how can a colonialist and slave master be democratic?
If they are democratic why send weapons to Gaza to kill women, children, and innocent men?
If they are democratic why create satanic organisations like World Bank and IMF that suppress the poor Nations of the global?
If there are democratic why do they plunder resources of other nations with impunity?
If they manufactured racism and operation, how can they be democratic?
If there are democratic why do they force their culture and modernisation on other nations?
If they are democratic why do they interfere in the affairs of other nations?
If there are democratic why is it that their economies were built on fraud and not critical thinking?
If they are democratic why do they sponsor Wars and terrorism around the world?
If there are democratic why are they sponsoring genocide in the Middle East?
If they are democratic why can't they leave Africa alone but plotting against African day and night and stealing its resources for centuries now?
If they are democratic why do they create poverty and conflict around the world?
If they are democratic why is it that their help and support comes with strings attached?
The West they will never learn from their own mistakes. They are like children who never grow!
Is the Western hypocrisy of human or devil?
They built their influence on the wooden Towers of lies and manipulations. Now it is collapsing.
Western hypocrisy "Rest in eternal peace!"
By Chanda Katonga
Copyright © Chanda Katonga | Year Posted 2024
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Mr. President, you have fought bravely,
The world has witnessed you eclipsing your fear and obstacles.
Do not rest. There's miles to go.
The world asks you to be an exemplary leader
The shimmering light of hope.
This day was an ultimate goal
Look ahead and dream possibilities for America and the world.
Unleash your abilities and make this world a better place, may peace rain in the Middle East, Ukraine, Asia, and Africa.
Mr. Donald John Trump, Congratulations on your 47th presidency.!!
Go and be a solution to the world.
By Chanda Katonga.
Copyright © Chanda Katonga | Year Posted 2024
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Called from afar to a Journey unknown, they Stepped into the boat
The ocean was calm,not a Cloud in sight.
They asked, "Where are we Going?" He said 'into the Storm' to reveal what lies Within,they did not Understand, for they could Not see.
Three days into the journey
They were hungry and weak
Dark clouds surrounded Them,the waves grew Higher, the wind more Fierce .
The little boat was battered
Yet not broken Still, it Stayed afloat.
They wondered how that Could be. The thurnder Roared, and they seized With fear.
As their lives flashes before Them, "What have we Done?" they cried out,
He said, "You have Forgotten me,yet i have not Forgotten you."
"Who are you?" they asked.
In a gentle voice, he Answered, "the one who Holds the keys... I am he. "
Suddenly, the wind died Down, and the ocean was Calm.
They stood in silence as a Ray of sun appeared. It Shone into their souls. As They turned to look for the Stranger, He was gone.
They found themselves Alone.
Now, they understood the First time the effect Mystery of the storm.
By Chanda Katonga.
Copyright © Chanda Katonga | Year Posted 2024
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The Bear to the East of Uncle Sam, what is Uncle Sam doing in the territory of the Bear? Uncle Sam behavior is that of a moron.
Uncle Sam is like a mad child ,trying to kill himself out of his own madness. Uncle sam is ruthless and power-hungry. He lacks empathy, and he always blames others for his mistakes. He takes credit for the work and ideas of others, and he puts down and belittle those who don't share with him his views or support them.
Everywhere Uncle sam goes, he creates chaos and miseries, and his madness now is making him to start poking the bear in the eye.
Uncle Sam, please stay away from the Bear the apex predator, you cannot win any fight with the bear. You will be"beaten out of existence," and don't push the Bear too far, you have been beaten down by your own pride and arrogance, every odds are against you so much so that it is suffocating your pride. Leave the Bear alone and mind your own business.
Uncle Sam, you have created allies, but just morons in your presence, "When a blind man leads a blind man, they both end up in the ditch.”
Only morons ask for a fight with the bear, Uncle Sam, together with your allies, you'll be badly humiliated should you continue poking the bear..!!
Uncle Sam, stop provoking the bear. Stay away!
Your end lies in your greed, and your collective fate has been sealed.
By Chanda Katonga.
Copyright © Chanda Katonga | Year Posted 2024
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Putin The Great, like a tiger, he inspires both awe and fear to the enemy within and without. His enemies see him as a dictator but a hero to the voiceless and unjustly attacked from the global south.
Accused as a war criminal for defending his territory and the dignity of his country, under his leadership, poverty in Russia is reduced by more than half, and real GDP has grown rapidly, under his leadership Russia as found its place on the world stage.
Even at the time his enemies are plotting to divide and destroy Russia, he defends his country through the army and defends Russian civilisation by educating his people.
His popularity among the poor nations of the world speaks volumes.
His country Russia stood against colonialism,imperialism, neocolonialism, and all kinds of wickedness perpetuated by the West.
He has won the hearts of the poor nations of the world by helping them to fight imperialism.
Even wild animals defend their territories,why,should Putin not defend his own territory?
He was born at a time when Russia needed him most. Without him at this dark moment,Russia would have been divided and destroyed like Africa.
When he wanted to join the European Union, he was rejected and treated like a second-hand citizen of Europe. Before him, Russia was looked down upon by the imperialists.
NATO wants to weaken him and destroy Russia through the Ukraine war, but he is clever like a fox, vicious like a tiger, and Wise like a serpent.
The gods sent him to bring checks and balance in the world full of a big ego of imperialism.
Putin, viewed like Robin Hood of the global south. He is loved and admired by his followers today and forever. The global south always say,"long live, Mr. Putin..!!!"
By Chanda Katonga
Copyright © Chanda Katonga | Year Posted 2024
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What if the creation of Mankind is simply a Divine Mistake, but how? He is filled with the dynamic power of Divine love.
Is the death of children, women, and men in Gaza a Divine Mistake?
Is the death of innocent souls in Congo (DRC), Sudan,and Ukraine a Divine Mistake?
Is the dividing of people based on color,religion,tribe, or caste a Divine mistake?
Is the economic warfare trade warfare ,technology warfare, and psychological warfare a Divine Mistake?
Is the rise of China and declining the USA a Divine mistake?
Is the exploitation of Africa by the West and the Chinese a Divine mistake?
Is the creation of covid-19 and HIV/AIDS a Divine Mistake?
Are the sponsored wars and terrorism a Divine mistake?
Is slavery, colonialism, and racism a Divine Mistake?
Is lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and questioning a Divine Mistake?
Is the pollution of Earthly environment, wars, and animal abuse a Divine Mistake?
Is socialism,marxism,
monarchism,communism, or democracy a Divine mistake?
Is the poisoning of humanity through vaccine, (GMO), and fake medication a Divine Mistake?
If humanity is divine,where is the Divinity to see?
What if it's just a Divine mistake?
By Chanda Katonga.
Copyright © Chanda Katonga | Year Posted 2024
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I am from Africa, and my name is Africa, I come from the Queens and Kings of the bemba Kingdom. We are bantu-speaking people .
I am from Africa, the birthplace of humanity, and my melanin is the same dark matter in the universe.
I am the mother and the father of all human races, Europe, and Asia. I gave birth to them they are my children.
I breastfeed the world, and without me, the world economy would collapse.
I am from Africa, and I have been abused,sodomised, and raped by my own children. All my children they look down upon me.
My spirit of Ubuntu is seen as cowardice by my children, iam an eyesore to my children. My skin color is said to be inferior by the "Shallow-minded."
I am from Africa, the house of abundance, the place where we bathe in the sunshine, and speak to the gods of the universe.
They say, iam less evolved human and iam backward, but I saw the sun before you. I am the first and the last .
I am from Africa. we are the sons and daughters of the sun, and we believe in the brotherhood and sisterhood of humanity.
I am from Africa, and it is my darkness that gave birth to light.
By Chanda Katonga.
Copyright © Chanda Katonga | Year Posted 2024
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