Read Poetry: Congo Congo, by Miroslav Atanasov

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.

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