CONGO, CONGO
Congo, Congo,
foreign land
I hurt for you
you’ve caused me pain.
Your tale’s gloomy,
your story’s sad
it makes me angry
it makes me mad.
My heart is broken
I don’t know why
now that I’ve met you
I want to cry.
A king desired you
from far away,
he lied, he cheated
knew how to sway.
That evil genius,
that greedy scum,
a worthless creature,
an awful bum.
He wanted rubber
to make him rich
he had no mercy
he was a witch.
He took you over
for profit’s sake,
to him you were
a slice of cake.
Kidnapped you children
enslaved your men
then raped your women
and robbed your land.
At home he told them
how good he was
a Christian civilizer
with a noble cause.
But in your jungles
the ugly truth:
he did not spare
even your youth.
Your hands, oh, Congo
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