Listen to how they criticize
The country of your ancestors,
The country of Zamenga,
Our popular writer.
Congo is not developed
And you have to work for that
To accomplish my wish
I am your brother, father or ancestor.
The poverty of our country
Didn’t allow me to progress
Normally as other man of my generation
But I have a deep love for her.
Do something for this land
Be it in Lubumbashi, Mbandaka,
Kisangani or Kinshasa
They will remain in the same country.
Work hard,
Be the symbol of Congo
And you will always be
Proud for being a CONGOLESE.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well depicted poem. I like it most