Lord God above everything
I need You
Because my brother needs You
But he does not know it and
believes he is the master of everything
He thinks that in the country,
he is You
Lord, my brother needs You
Around him, some have cut all
the laurels
To braid him the ageless crown
of the incomparable warrior
In their enthusiasm, they clean
all around, and the wilderness settled down
This suggests "that there
really is no one else like him"
Academics, opponents, the
founding fathers, the not-yet-born,
From Cairo to the Cape Town,
there really would be no one like him.
Night and day, some people
present to him refreshed scenarios
To make him believe that,
without him, nothing works in the country
For others, since he is here, the
country is doing so well that
Women no longer give birth to
children without deadly consequences
Anopheles is so afraid of him
to the point of considering to
Migrate through the Mediterranean;
as a result the decline in cases of malaria.
So that the absence of trade
union demonstrations is a sign of patriotism
So that young people, have
become so enthusiastic defenders
So that in poorly lit street,
they constantly track his destroyers
And even if they do not find
work, they are not unemployed:
They are active in the party
bodies
Or, they kindly leave the
country
To curb the unemployment rate.
Yes, our nation is doing so
well
So that 70% of new newspapers
tell only of achievements
Of my brother president and
his ability to stand up against imperialists in faction
If drinking water does not
flow yet
It is because some dishonest
individuals always subtilize the pipes
If we continue to import basic
commodities,
It is because the old regime
has polluted fields, sea and pasture
He would as much have favoured
one ethnic group,
In public administration, in
the army and in key sectors of the economy
He would as much have
encouraged resources grabbing
By allies who always
opportunely come to his rescue
That's what they say to my
brother, Lord
This is what they send him as reports
day and night, Nzambe.
Here's how the hawks introduce
him "anyone who has his eyes on his chair," Allah
That is why no one dares tell
him his thoughts, Imana
That is why the advisor primarily considers the advice
they give him, Bwana
That is, O Yahweh, how my
brother also has become a lonely hermit in the market.
Of course he has the power of
signature
Of course he has a history
that consolidates the fear he inspires
Of course he is also the one
that regulates the temperature at his neighbors
Of course, he even helps
neighbors to create the best in their home
Of course he has also promoted
the sense of discipline and order in his own country
But Imana, why should a man see
himself as an omnipotent?
Tell me, Bwana, why must he believe
that without him, there is no beautiful weather conditions?
How, Nzambe, is it that in our
countries, respect for the Basic Law
Is considered as a very less
normal value?
Allah! is it not us who have
set the duration
And the number of mandates of
the palace occupant?
How is it, Nzambe, that one
gives little credit to his own word
And in return, expects respect
Consideration and recognition
of his exemplary behaviour by his people?
Is that the sense of
Leadership, Bwana?
Tell me, Imana, by which
language should I speak to my brother, before it's too late?
Save us, Lord, from an
increasing number of deaths as a way to speak
Save us, Lord, from a growing
number of refugees as way to speak
Your wisdom, Lord
Is my prayer, O Lord
I know my brother president
needs me.
And me, I need You
He like me
My other African brothers like
me
Need above all your Spirit of
discernment
When we wake up with (this spirit)
We understand that we let
ourselves entertained by vile
And short-sighted designs
When we will really open our
eyes
And that we better appreciate
The time we've lost
And that we might continue to
lose, we poor uncivil people.
The time that separates us
from our past and our future
Or rather the well-being of
future generations.
