I speak—not from a podium or palace,
But from the soil, soaked in blood and silence.
From beneath the green womb of the Congo,
Where my bones lie broken—but not my spirit.
You—who call yourselves the civilised,
The democratic, the free—
What freedom do you preach
While your machines chew through the bones of my children?
I see your flags in the forests I once walked.
America, China, Russia, Europe—
Not one came with compassion.
Only claws cloaked in contracts,
Only teeth behind smiles.
You call it cobalt. I call it death.
You call it coltan. I call it blood.
The glow of your iPhones is lit by the
Eyes of children who will never see school.
Where are your human rights, your justice,
Your pacts, your peace?
You only remember us
When our minerals fill your vaults.
I warned you when I still breathed,
That Congo was not a charity chest
Nor a field for your greed.
But you answered with bullets,
With daggers in the night.
I fell. So did Kabila.
And yet still you come.
As if the heart of Congo were yours to harvest,
As if God gave you license to steal.
You feed rebels with diamonds,
Trade arms for silence.
You dress your wars in diplomacy,
But we know your masks.
And to the silent ones—
To those who sip coffee and scroll,
While my people drown in blood—
You are not innocent.
You are watchers at the edge of a burning house,
Too busy to pour water.
But hear me, from the belly of the grave—
There is no night
So long that it escapes the dawn.
The drums will beat again in Congo.
The rivers will sing our names in freedom.
To my people, I say:
Do not forget who you are.
You are not dust for boots.
You are the heartbeat of the earth.
And to the thieves, I say:
The soil remembers.
The wind carries every cry.
The day is coming—
When the stolen will be reclaimed,
And justice will no longer be whispered
But roared.
Chanda Katonga is a multidisciplinary thinker and creator, born in Kalulushi, in Zambia’s Copperbelt Province. With a strong academic foundation that includes an MBA, Chanda bridges the worlds of science and literature with equal fluency. He is a dedicated researcher, accomplished writer, actor, and visual artist whose work often explores the profound intersections between spirit, story, and society. A lifelong student of Gnosticism, Esotericism, and Mysticism, Chanda weaves philosophical insight into his creative expressions, delving into themes of transformation, truth, and the unseen forces that shape human destiny. Beyond the page and the screen, he also holds a black belt in karate—embodying discipline not only in thought but in action. Whether through his poetry, performances, or scholarly pursuits, Chanda Katonga is a voice for those who search beyond the surface—for meaning, freedom, and light.