LUMUMBA’S TOOTH! LA DENT DE LUMUMBA !
Poem "The Hero's
Tooth"
By Viteghe Volonté Mapson
Published on September 17,
2020
This poem was written and
published by its Congolese author, following the decision by the Belgian court
to return a tooth of Patrice Lumumba to his family. This tooth was taken in
1961 by a Belgian policeman during the assassination of the hero Patrice Lumumba.
Belgium took his life
But not his name. His fight
Was noble for his
Fatherland:
I am talking about Lumumba.
He fought for Africa!
For the human, he struggled;
And his historical vision
Had this name:
"Freedom!"
An independent Africa
Of imperialism was
His most conscious vision.
He advocated equality
Between Africa and Europe;
Between the black man and
the white man.
"We have to develop
Africa at the price of my
Blood."
And, they led his hunt,
They got their hands on him.
They erased his trace
In acid that today,
They thought that they
turned everything
About the hero off, but the
Phoenix
In death still remains to be
feared
Because he can be reborned.
His Tooth reappears. It's his Price!
He is reborn from the ashes!
A piece of him is worth all
of him.
And, Lumumba without
surprise
Resurfaces today
He returns to his land
More than immortal, more
than great;
Glorious, covered with
Light:
Represented by his Tooth.
Version française
Poème « La dent du héros »
Par Viteghe Volonté Mapson
Publié le 17 septembre 2020
Ce poème a été écrit et
publié par son auteur Congolais, suite à la décision de la justice belge de
rendre une dent de Patrice Lumumba à sa famille. Cette dent avait été prélevée
en 1961 par un policier belge lors de l’assassinat du héros Patrice Lumumba.
La Belgique prit sa vie
Mais pas son nom. Son combat
Fut noble pour sa Patrie :
Je parle de Lumumba.
Il a lutté pour l’Afrique!
Pour l’humain, il a lutté ;
Et sa vision historique
Portait ce nom : « Liberté !
»
Une Afrique indépendante
De l’impérialisme était
Sa vision la plus
consciente.
Il prônait l’égalité
Entre l’Afrique et l’Europe
;
Entre l’homme noir et
l’homme blanc.
« Il faut bien qu’on développe
L’Afrique au prix de mon
Sang ».
Et, ils menèrent sa chasse,
Ils mirent la main sur lui.
Ils effacèrent sa trace
Dans l’acide qu’aujourd’hui,
Ils ont pensé tout éteindre
Du Héros, mais le phénix
Mort reste toujours à
craindre
Car il renaît. Sa Dent
réapparait. C’est son Prix !
Il renaît de ses cendres !
Un bout de lui vaut tout
lui.
Et, Lumumba sans surprendre
Refait surface aujourd’hui
Il revient sur sa terre
Plus qu’immortel, plus que
grand ;
Glorieux, couvert de Lumière :
Représenté par sa Dent.
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