and I forgive
the pain my brother made me feel
I came for his help
he turned away from me
making his what I had received.
He called me foreigner in the eyes of our oppressors, and in his land
He had forgotten the struggle we all endure
to protect Africa from the destroyer
He had forgotten that we are all mangoes
that once fed on the branch even though he ripened faster
He had forgotten the brotherhood
He treated me like the unliked
In the land of our ancestors I wept
Africa is crying red tears
Who can lend a hand to dry its tears without causing more harm?
Congo remembers and forgives yet reminds you of his scars