411 dead, thousands missings, in
the Democratic Republic of Congo,
former Zaire, and what are 411 dead
against the history of tens of millions
dead since Arab slavers and European
colonialists pierced the heart of Africa?
This, again, is not the doing of the people
who are dead or homeless now, no, it's
again us, we who drive global warming
with our fossil fuels and bring increased
rain and landslides washing out villages,
villages in which electricity was a luxury.
So much riches carried out from the heart
of Africa, bleeding, by us and all we give
back is death, death plentiful and devoid
of sympathy, like our distant, selfish lives.
10.05.2023
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