My Country Poem by Joseph Dela Sulh (losembe)

My country stands upright
It sits right in Africa
The richest called by grandma
The reasons there are fights

So many minerals linger in
Its inherited many cultures,
Many races makes its features.
Blissfully a matter of blessing.

Everybody knows 'bout that
Few of Congolese ignore that
But less do act to make it outstand
Outsiders try to get profit of the land.

This is it, a fun and sad fact
Implies a common need to act
The move is in the process
There'll be a time of recess...