MINUTES OF THE REBELLION: Lumumba! Lumumba!
A wild leap forward… I am naked. I am the boiling blood of Africa… Here I stand. I came with bare body… came to be shattered. I carry the heart of resurrection, I am Lumumba. You can dissolve my body in acid… I am naked. But you can never kill my essence… Armored, my spirit is. Suppressed and squeezed, the flame of honor ignited, I exploded. The mountain burst, the brain of the era is spewing lava, I carry the music of the Congo, I am Lumumba. I bow to the delicate ant of my country, I devour the oppressor, I turned the Belgian king into a worm, fittingly. Born in Africa for brotherhood, we are not slaves. The fox outside made a deal with the local servant inside, They stole the bread, water, and light of my country, They spilled the dreams’ blood onto the noble land of Congo. I ventilated the underground of the dark continent with my hands. I registered my name in the book of revolutionary martyrs, With a determined life pulse, I rammed my name to the stone, I engraved myself, at the forefront, at the very beginning. Patrice Emery Lumumba, forget this name. But never forget the name of the collaborator Mobutu. If a poet has the right to speak, I request a place, Earthly valor, on behalf of the divine children of Africa. We took the floor to complete a half-sentence: Lumumba, a naked arrival, a naked departure. Stretch your ribs, children, we are late!