for the Congo Songtext
von aja monet

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