Congo's Blood Must Remain Her Own Poem by Joseph Cimanuka

Congo clapped for these mosquitoes,
Who invaded her netted borders,
With their toxic stings stretched out,
Silently sucking her blood out.

She should have pressed them in her hands,
Between her mighty palms;
Pressed them hard, pressed them more,
Until they fell lifeless to the floor.

Glued to the walls of Congo's net,
They would become a feast for lizards,
A meal waiting at their door;
Their only fate should be death,
Their only end—forevermore.

Then mosquitoes should be no more,
They should disappear forevermore;
And if Congo must suffer, yes,
Let her suffer from something more—
But not from mosquitoes anymore.




Let Congo guard her precious core,
Let no parasite drain her anymore;
Let her blood remain her own,
Let her borders stand once more.

For mosquitoes should be no more—
No more to feed upon her shore,
No more to suck her blood and roar,
No more to wound her evermore.

Joseph Cimanuka all rights reserved