In Congo’s heart, where rivers flow, A tragedy unfolds, a tale of woe.
Amidst the lush and verdant land, A genocide ravages, a cruel demand.
For hidden beneath Congo’s soil,
Lie treasures coveted, a miner’s toil. Mineral resources, a curse and a bane, fueling greed, causing endless pain.
In the shadow of mines, children toil,
Their innocence lost; their childhood spoiled. For cobalt, coltan, and diamonds bright, they pay the price, in the dark of night.
Their cries unheard, their stories untold,
As the world turns a blind eye, cold and bold. Genocide in the name of profit and gain, Leaving Congo’s people to suffer in vain.
From the hands of militias, bloodied and cruel, To the silent complicity of those who rule. A nation torn apart, its spirit broken, In the scramble for resources unspoken.
Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of light,
In the resilience of Congo’s fight.
For in the hearts of its people, a strength does rise, A determination to reclaim their skies.
So let us not forget Congo’s plight, The genocide hidden from plain sight. For in the struggle for mineral wealth, Lies a human cost, a moral stealth.
In the heart of Africa, Congo’s soul, we hear the echoes of a tragic toll.
May justice and peace one day reign,
And Congo’s people find solace from their pain.
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