BOULEVARD DU 30 JUIN

BOULEVARD DU 30 JUIN “…bullet riddled, Bullet shattered buildings All around Kinshasa, The Capital City…” somebody told me but that dream’s no reality I took a walk down the BOULEVARD DU 30 JUIN street I heard they drums beat I heard them sing In they tongue, I wished I’d greet All over the place’s dark lips and eye lashes but light faces I wonder what made this It’s amazing how it aint written on they faces philosophies, tactics and strategies and how over the ages they got over the lengthy war phases and stages I saw no fears of lonely streets empty clips and blood traces no dark smoke rising, Vividly I seen the rays of the Equatorial sunshine We all know, 4 million bodies dropped, tears dropped, but still, on they knees they dropped Prayed to they shrines See it all in time Rewind, feel it in yours As in mine It’s one planet called Earth but different worlds they been through the storm of course, they world is torn and I have sworn to turn no blind eye Raise my hand up high From the second an infant is born in a war, 'till the day I’m gone and beyond let the beat of they drums play on they love in my heart stay on! First poem I wrote when I was in the RDC, just a dedication to the RDC people.