The Broken Heart

Who are you violence? While an anti value;
«JEURI» is thy name in Swahili;
Where are you from?
What country are you a citizen?

You have a power that destroys, a force that devours;
Woe to you, you’re a social monster;
a scourge which blights our society;

Violence, you have caused distress and grief;
As if that was not enough,
Our families you have depleted and our villages decimated.
You are ruthless;

The trauma you’ve created has dehumanized us;
Therefore my friends, the nation annihilated;
Therefore, my brothers as a result;
There are couples who break up;
And so as a result, my pair: isolation, despair, depression;
Accordingly, therefore, dear compatriots;
It led a society in crisis, without justice nor law;
Therefore, comrades, that is a dying society;
Accordingly, therefore human fellows;
This is a community that is raped and abused as
rapists will;

But where are you violence?
Source of our unhappiness;
Where are you, that I curse you;
Where are you, that I stone you;
Where are you, so that I crush you;

Because of you, households have no accommodation, no heat;
Because of you, fathers are humiliated;
children without smiling;

Really, who created violence?
Cursed be the breasts that nourished thee;
Where are you that I entomb you without sorrow;
Die off, your place is in hell;
Away, so that women live again;
Away, go - to hell with thee, for the rebirth of DRC.