Hawker of truth

Bearer of utopia,

Keeper of the fold,

Holder of a thousand hopes and dreams,

Tread carefully.

 

For the lovers of money - the scavengers

the sifters of carrion, lie in wait.

 

Hawker of truth, Bearer of utopia

tread carefully

play their game sometimes.

    Behold Patrice!! Run for your life!!                                                                            the Belgians are at the door

 

I stand amazed by the patent falseness of those bequeathed the legacies (almost every single one) of recorded history. I am offended by the milk and honey goodness of Western world. Those whose violent intrusion into the world of the gentle ones has brought about scars which may not be healed until one millennium has passed. WHO now gently assist me and innoculate my children - adding insult to injury

Just as the devil outsmarts herself when she strays into the camp of the righteous, the harbinger of technology has provided her begotten, most beloved and most indispensable downtrodden.......

Let me take that again: Just as the devil outsmarts himself when he strays into the camp of the righteous, the harbinger of technology has provided his begotten, most beloved and most indispensable footmat the tools to dissect his truest calling - wickedness.

Being unable to rid the world and recorded history of his rapacity and fraudulent ways, he has become the proselyte of choice for Mother Liberty. He presents to us Equality, democracy and the rule of law as a proud mother would her delectable daughters.

I thus stand amazed by the patent falseness of it all. Juxtapose the gang rape of the African and his land with the lofty principles espoused by Socrates, Plato and none less than the Jesus of Nazareth and marvel how those bequeathed such a glowing legacy, the manifestly destined in the end conducted themselves with the same finesse (give or take a little) as grave robbers.

Lumumba was murdered by the Belgians. We know him because he still today speaks to us thanks to technology. There are countless millions some alive, some dead, some not alive, not dead, who have had their purposes destroyed for ever. The earth hardly skips a beat. Wobble a little perhaps, but no major obtrusive challenge or disruption as it revolves and makes its way along its defined orbit.

Injustice: To what end?

Misery: To what end?

Despair: To what end?

Shall the travails of the gentle ones go unchallenged? Or do I task myself over issues which do not concern me?

I ponder the lives laid down for communism and I see the futility of all endeavors under the sun. I think of the Russians - rejected of God, Rejected of mammon, starting thereby all over again - seventy years late!!! I think of the Congo - Forty years late. Lumumba dead, Tshombe dead, Mobutu dead; Kabila dead.

Forty years gone. Thanks to Belgiums rapacity & greed.

Lumumba!!!

Brother to my soul, Friend of my heart, forerunner of my destiny, Hawker of truth, bearer of utopia. But If I tread carefully, I will be a traitor to your legacy. Yet I must tread carefully. I must fight and run away lest the apple of my eye (my country, my people) lie ravaged and destroyed by the enemy. The Congo still boils and stinks from the stench of the Belgians.

Those who struck you with open palms and the butt of their guns are dead, or impoverished. Those who ordered them so are condemned to live with their basket of dreams and nightmares. They branded their very own consciences - to what end?

I envy you Patrice - for you tasted of the nectar of the gods. Humiliated then ripped apart by bullets. The sufferings of Christ are ours in abundance. So is our comfort. I know Jesus was there to take your hand and help you make the transition. He loves you.

Patrice Emergy Lumumba. Dead at 36.