CONGO, CONGO
Congo, Congo,
foreign land
I hurt for you
you’ve caused me pain.
Your tale’s gloomy,
your story’s sad
it makes me angry
it makes me mad.
My heart is broken
I don’t know why
now that I’ve met you
I want to cry.
A king desired you
from far away,
he lied, he cheated
knew how to sway.
That evil genius,
that greedy scum,
a worthless creature,
an awful bum.
He wanted rubber
to make him rich
he had no mercy
he was a witch.
He took you over
for profit’s sake,
to him you were
a slice of cake.
Kidnapped you children
enslaved your men
then raped your women
and robbed your land.
At home he told them
how good he was
a Christian civilizer
with a noble cause.
But in your jungles
the ugly truth:
he did not spare
even your youth.
Your hands, oh, Congo
were severed off
and stacked like garbage,
like useless cloth.
In Belgium palaces
and wealth like flood
success tremendous
paid with your blood.
O, king, how could you
commit these crimes?
You had no conscience,
you filthy slime.
Your country loved you
but didn’t know
your evil nature
your brutal show.
They have forgotten
whence their gold came
how it was stolen
and have no shame.
They built you statues
what a disgrace!
They minted coins
with your ugly face.
Leopold, you devil
now burn in hell!
We never want
your foul smell.
Oh, Brussels, Brussels,
please, do repent!
The blood cries out
from Congo’s land.
Thank you, missionaries
and Ed Morel
you told the world
of Leopold’s hell.
The night is gone
and morning came
but we remember
the awful shame.
Today, oh, Congo
you suffer much
while Brussels proud
and not in touch.
Your people flee,
they seek escape,
from war, from murder,
from violent rape.
Forgive us, Congo
we knew you not
now we are meeting
in life our lot.
We promise Congo
to pay our debt
to help your children
to give them bread.
We pray for blessings
on your great land,
oh, sweet Congo
we pledge our hand.
We love you Congo,
We’re now your friends,
We’ll tell the world
to make amends.