Sparking blue and long lost myth of Nile ,
Mocking shadow and a joker’s beaming smile!
The stage and a pack of violent spectators ,
The fate and a ripped cloth for a pair of golden scissors .

In memory it was a flowing river of green meadows ,
Today it’s a poetry of screaming echoes …

For that it was a failing humanity;
For that freedom was the utmost calamity;
For that now they see blood in bianco ,
And the world call them people of Congo.

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