Patrice Lumumba, killed by Belgium after losing the country.

"It is Sunday morning, May 25, 2014, the day everyone has to go to the polls to vote for European and federal parliamentary institutions. This is a day I should have been happy, but I was so sad that I wrote this poem."

He was an evil king
His name was king Leopold II
He wore a sheep's clothing
And he deceived the world
As humanitarian and kind person
He killed, tortured and maimed
Thousands of children, women and fathers in Congo
He burned down villages and rendered children homeless.

This man was cruel than Idi Amin of Uganda
Yet the Belgians praised and rewarded him for his cruelty
They built statues and named streets after him
Without considering the crime he committed
Without taking into consideration the innocent blood he shed
Where is the justice in this world?
Belgium whatever goes around comes around
You shall surely get your reward.

Despite all these crimes against Africans
Belgium today despises Africans
They planned a system of government like Apartheid
Keeping our children to sit on the bench to watch them
Africans only eat and live without progress
How can your country progress when you act this way?
Belgium you will surely reap what you have sown.

Belgium don't forget that your country 
Was built on the blood, tears, torture and suffering of Africans
In the name of greed, Ivory, and Rubber
The spirit of Lumumba, the one you killed, is calling for justice
The spirits of the innocent blood you shed, are calling for revenge
There isn't any escape route for you Belgium
Your crime has brought dishonour to your people and country
They don't know what shame is, that is the reason
They continue mistreating Africans

But you must remember Africa is a land of culture 
We believe in our cultural values
Belgium you will never progress and move forward
If your task is to cause suffering to others
If your task to alienate and isolate Africans  
Belgium, until you change your wicked ways
Your country would be under dark clouds
Of haunts, hallucinations and fear.

You can't continue to bite the fingers which fed you
Belgium would have been nothing without Africa
Our children need better education and job 
I will die and go down happily in my grave
Even if you despise me Belgium
Because everyone would remember 
The name Joel Savage, the only man
Who faced Belgium squarely and spoke of its crime
While the world sits and watches, because justice is raped. 

Dedicated to Martin Luther King Jr, Malcolm X, Marcus Garvey, Kwame Nkrumah, Haile Selassie and all those who sacrificed their lives to bring the black man to this destination.