for the Congo

Lyrics for for the Congo

We need not climb on the shoulders of our elders to look at their toes This This is the war my favorite poet warned me about The one between me and me The slow drag Crawling inward The terrible stench of lies sweeping the mouths of the people A rat pissing on cotton A self-administered needle in the arm Zombie stares and rubber spines The fountain outside my window whispers of calm The bombs dropping in my head How many children? How many children died for the sake of my comfort today? How do I survive? How do I survive? How do I survive this inability to Stop the worst act known to mankind? It's the us of it The us of it Tell them Tell them Tell them Tell them to talk about the blood The sweet red river of rage Pulsing footsteps in a chest The skin of a drum The shaking brush of bruise of the blue-black truth Tell them to talk about the blood Rwanda missiles in the Congo From east to west, east to west, east to west The stolen presidency The government brainwashing Paul Kagame A dictator's love affair with the West The military regime oppressing the people 1986 Uganda US allies Tell them Tell them Talk about the blood The Tutsis Agents of the West Migrants looting the land The tentacles of the local elite Neighboring responsibility Corporations mining The World Bank and the IMF Tell them Tell them Talk about the blood Talk about the blood Vanishing visions scarcely strangling The givers with everything to lose The censorship The censorship The dank jail cell Tell them Tell them Talk about it Talk about it Talk about the blood The death machines in our palms Scrolling the death machines in our palms Tell them Tell them Talk about it Talk about it Talk about the blood The blood I know it was the blood I know it was the blood I know it was the blood Oh you