The breeze is as cold as the corpse on the ground;

The last breaths left the bodies before they’d touched the mud at their feet;

For the living, this becomes a mandatory movie they can’t skip;

With thousands of cries for help, the satellites have gone dark;

The world is wakeful, yet unresponsive to the lamentations of peasants;

The boldest of them all are dragged to hell in cold blood;

Silence is the thin curtain standing between the dead and the living;

Days are no longer distinguishable, for time has gone rogue;

Dreams have ceased to exist, for minds can no longer escape in the blue skies now dark;

Blood for money is the new moral for the top dogs running the forest at shores;

A sunless day is rising, announcing long hours of anguish and fleeing for survival;

Life has never been so full of regret and anger for every living human overseas;

The intruders have made the flag recant on its pride, telling stories to nothing at all;

Standing on a mud of blood, the best soldier cannot fire a single bullet full of laments;

In the eyes of a child, sorrow and loneliness are what is left of their childhood.

Poetry by Paul Kayembe

Between two worlds, I wander with no possibility of moving forward, or going backward;

To those filthy beliefs and rituals, my hands are handcuffed;

Please, dear, understand that without those handcuffs, my soul will be shattered;

As my mind spins out in the wilderness of my tournament, I find happiness in your eyes;

My root has gotten the best of me, leaving a hole through my heart.

At dawn, your smile and laughter enlighten my two worlds;

Alone and isolated, I try to find comfort in what is left of you in my mind;

I re-walk our trail, and I can’t recreate the goosebumps I felt the first time I met you, still;

The taste of your lips is the only thing my two worlds are clinging onto unconditionally;

If heavens can’t let us be together, nothing will…

Poetry by Paul Kayembe

In the depth of their souls I reside;

My presence is necessary to create a balance

between their most existing moments and bitter tears;

I bring kings and kingdoms down in my dark hole;

Throughout time I have been studied, but never understood to those humans’ flesh;

How can they if they can’t comprehend their own existence;

In the soul of a newly born resides the secret to my extermination;

Their being is a threat to my existence; I can’t be destroyed;

In the center of the earth lives my most powerful weapon: the circle of life.

Dear Land…

Land in which I was born

Land in which I grew up

Land in which I broke to tears

Land in which I kissed death in treason

Land in which I overscored hundred of adversaries

Land in which I hugged a heavenly being

Land in which I crossed the world of the living and heavens

Land in which my soul was hanging on balance

Land in which I let my earthly feelings lead me to the threshold of misery

Land of promises and aches turned into flame symbolizing God’s promises and alliance

Land in which I live and dream, reside in my heart!