On this day 4and half decades ago,
from a wolf 's jaws
a Lamb was snatched,
a Country born,
a Nation came to be.
4,5 decades ago,
this Lamb bled fatally but survived.
still weaken,he milks but a drop.
His wool?...specks of blood.
At the gate,the wolf's menace is felt.
his ferocious breath is heard.
he has swore,he has vowed
to devour an innocent lamb who has done no wrong .
this Lamb is Ours,
Ours to defend,Ours to nurse.Ours to love,Ours to cherish.
as many have done before.
he might be at the gate
but he will not taste the flesh of my heritage.
His milk will be drunk by Our children
His wool wore by Our sons and daughters.
Vive le Peuple Congolais Vive le Congo