Diplomatic Call Poem by Edward Dzonze

There is a mist on the throne,
everybody wants the dawn and not the beast
The streets choke, the nation bleeds
when the African gods deliver their wrath in a strange tone
The different songs we sing to dispel the wounds on our skin have got no audience
Nobody cares what the song says, nobody cares how much gets into the neighbor's plate
as long the bigger chunk falls in their own
It's not the wailing but the gunshots
that compromise the next sunrise after this day is done,
Sing the song for us all Cabilla
Do not take what is lefy of Kisangani
after the bloody confrontation with the deadly Ebola
Nobody wants the war,
Nobody wants the fall
Give us a signal of peace before you go

The African flag is up in flames,
set ablaze by those who vowed to serve and protect the will of the people
Political madness haunts the people, people live with the madness
Politicians use politics to civilize the people
People perceive the government eye as the holly
and everything antithetical as evil
Sing the song for us all Cabilla
You know what's holly, you know what's evil
Save the piece of the African flag in your hands from the scorching flame
Nobody wants the war,
Nobody wants the fall
Show us the dance of peace
when you are called to dance

I'ts the mist on the throne that provokes me
how can i remain silent when all i know about African governance is violence...
I'ts not for me topoint to the beast
for i know not in what direction the anticipated dawn shall come,
I might nothave read the genesis
but the blackness of my own skin have not been spared by the nemesis
Sing for us all Cabilla, a song
that heals the political wounds upon Kinshasa
Before we could silence the rebels,
let the Addiss Ababba parliament silence rebellion from the African turf,
Before politicized madness could silence the poets of truth from reciting
let the African parliament sing a song against war, take governance to answer the how
I am counting on you Cabilla,
I know you can silence the gun
before the sun goes down on your reign
Nobody wants the war,
Nobody wanna see the Christmas lights from a fired bullet,
Now that you know the song, strike the gong
Save the piece of the African flag in your hands from the scorching flame